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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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