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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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