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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. ¨&¨¨&¨¨¨&¨
&&¨¨&¨&&&¨ &&&¨&&¨¨&&
¨¨&¨&&&¨¨& 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. &¨¨&&¨&&&¨
¨&&¨¨&&¨¨& ¨&¨&¨&&¨¨&
&&¨&¨&¨&¨& I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED ¨&&&&&¨&¨&
¨¨&&&&&&&& YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. ¨&¨¨¨¨&&&&
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