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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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