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¨¨§¨¨¨§§§¨                                          §¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨§
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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. ¨¨¨¨§§§¨¨¨
¨§¨¨¨¨§¨¨§                                          ¨¨¨¨§¨§§¨¨
¨¨§¨¨¨¨§¨¨ 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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