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~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨  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 ¨¨¨¨¨¨~«†§
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