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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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