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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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