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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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