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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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