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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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