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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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