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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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§¨§¨§¨§¨§¨                                          ¨§¨§§¨§¨§¨