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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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