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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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