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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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