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&&&&¨¨¨¨&¨ I  FOLLOW  THE TIRE TRACKS WEST. THEY GO &&&&&&&&&&
&&&¨¨&&¨¨¨ PARALLEL  WITH  THE  RAILROAD,  WITH ITS ¨&&&&&&&&&
&&¨¨¨¨¨¨&¨ ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING  KINDA  OILY. AN ¨¨&&&&&&&&
&¨¨&&&&¨¨¨  INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S &¨¨&&&&&&&
¨¨¨¨&&¨¨&& A WIRE FENCE TO SEPARATE THE  TWO ROADS. ¨¨¨¨&&&&&&
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¨¨¨¨&&&&¨¨ EVEN  THOUGH THERE'S A FOGGY QUALITY  TO ¨¨¨¨¨¨&&¨¨
&&&¨¨&&¨¨& THE  AIR, THE PATH I  FOLLOW IS GLOWING. &&&&&¨¨¨¨&
&&¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ A  YELLOW-GREEN   MOSS  HAS  TAKEN  HOLD &&&&¨¨&&¨¨
¨¨¨&&&&&&& WHERE  THE   MACHINES  WHO   MADE  THESE ¨&&¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
&&¨¨&&&&&& TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER  FIELD. ¨¨¨¨&&&&&&
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¨¨&&¨¨&&&¨ WE'RE OFF  THE  SEASON  WHEN  THE  BIRDS &&¨¨¨¨&&&&
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨&¨¨ SING  BEAUTIFULLY.  THESE DAYS IT'S JUST &¨¨&&¨¨&&¨
&&&&&&¨¨¨¨       SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP.      ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨¨&&¨¨¨¨&& I   THINK  OF  THE   JACKDAW   I  MAIMED ¨¨&&&&&&¨¨
&¨¨¨¨&&¨¨&   YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE.   ¨¨¨&&&&¨¨&
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