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@#£†==:,,,  Special Plants Growing Unusually Tall.  ,,,:==†£#@
#@#£†==:,,    Spelled In By Purposeful Symmetry,    ,,:==†£#@#
##@#£†==:,     Roads Like Symbols, Aligned With     ,:==†£#@##
#@#£†==:,,  Ley lines. Dialed In With Well-Rounded  ,,:==†£#@#
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#@#£†==:,,  Important To Some Large Constellation   ,,:==†£#@#
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#@#£†==:,, Governments And Companies Are Creatures  ,,:==†£#@#
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#@#£†==:,,   Between Their Claws, And Hide In The   ,,:==†£#@#
##@#£†==:,    Roadside Bushes. They Wait There.     ,:==†£#@##
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@#£†==:,,,   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.                  ,:==†£#@##
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@#£†==:,,, Cars Are Ejected Into The Greens. Ships  ,,,:==†£#@
#@#£†==:,,     Collide. There Are Many Kinds Of     ,,:==†£#@#
##@#£†==:,      Casualties, On Both Sides. The      ,:==†£#@##
#@#£†==:,,    Spellmakers Will Not Come Home. It    ,,:==†£#@#
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