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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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