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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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