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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. §§§§¨¨§§§§
¨§¨§§¨§§§¨                                          ¨¨¨§¨§¨¨¨¨
§§§¨§§¨¨§¨ 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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