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,,,~†%££@#         , ,, ,,, ~~#~~ ,,, ,, ,          #@££%†~,,,
,,,,~†%££@       ,  ,~~~    ~ ~#~ ~    ~~~,  ,      @££%†~,,,,
,,,~†%££@#          , ,, ,,, ~~#~~ ,,, ,, ,         #@££%†~,,,
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,,,~†%££@#  a secret roundabout: in what used to be #@££%†~,,,
,,,,~†%££@  brazil or china. fenced in, secluded by @££%†~,,,,
,,,~†%££@#  special plants growing unusually tall.  #@££%†~,,,
,,~†%££@##    spelled in by purposeful symmetry,    ##@££%†~,,
,,,~†%££@#     roads like symbols, aligned with     #@££%†~,,,
,,,,~†%££@  ley lines. dialed in with well-rounded  @££%†~,,,,
,,,~†%££@#             gps coordinates.             #@££%†~,,,
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,,,~†%££@#              ,,, , † , ,,,               #@££%†~,,,
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,,,~†%££@#   a dangerous game: the roundabout is    #@££%†~,,,
,,~†%££@##  important to some large constellation   ##@££%†~,,
,,,~†%££@#      of intents and bureaucracies.       #@££%†~,,,
,,,,~†%££@ governments and companies are creatures  @££%†~,,,,
,,,~†%££@#     in a way. yet people sneak small     #@££%†~,,,
,,~†%££@##   between their claws, and hide in the   ##@££%†~,,
,,,~†%££@#    roadside bushes. they wait there.     #@££%†~,,,
,,,,~†%££@                                          @££%†~,,,,
,,,~†%££@#    vehicles approach; the game is on -   #@££%†~,,,
,,~†%££@##   quickly the people assemble in well    ##@££%†~,,
,,,~†%££@# practiced geometries. their bodies make  #@££%†~,,,
,,,,~†%££@  counter-spells on the asphalt. traffic  @££%†~,,,,
,,,~†%££@#   is instantly diverted, flows in sick   #@££%†~,,,
,,~†%££@##  ways, like dogs let loose. symmetry is  ##@££%†~,,
,,,~†%££@#                   lost.                  #@££%†~,,,
,,,,~†%££@                                          @££%†~,,,,
,,,~†%££@# cars are ejected into the greens. ships  #@££%†~,,,
,,~†%££@##     collide. there are many kinds of     ##@££%†~,,
,,,~†%££@#      casualties, on both sides. the      #@££%†~,,,
,,,,~†%££@    spellmakers will not come home. it    @££%†~,,,,
,,,~†%££@#   sickens me, this physical reality of   #@££%†~,,,
,,~†%££@## it, but the cause is just. i sneak back  ##@££%†~,,
,,,~†%££@#      over the fense, heading south.      #@££%†~,,,
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