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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 @&%^†~.¨¨¨
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