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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. &¨&&¨&&&&&
¨&¨¨&¨¨¨&& &&¨&&¨¨¨¨&
&&¨&&¨¨&¨& 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. &¨¨&&&&¨&¨
&¨&&¨¨¨&¨& &¨&¨¨¨&&&&
&&¨&¨¨&&&¨ I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED &&&¨¨&¨¨¨¨
¨&&&¨&¨¨&¨ YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. ¨¨&¨&&¨¨¨&
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