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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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