%=\.,,,,,, ,,,,,,.\=%
#%=\.,,,,, ,,,,,.\=%#
##%=\.,,,, ,,,,.\=%##
###%=\.,,, ,,,.\=%###
####%=\.,, ,,.\=%####
#####%=\., ###\- -\### ,.\=%#####
####%=\.,, -\\####\\- -\\####\\- ,,.\=%####
###%=\.,,, -- -\######\- -- ,,,.\=%###
##%=\.,,,, --- -- -- --- ,,,,.\=%##
#%=\.,,,,, ---- ---- ,,,,,.\=%#
%=\.,,,,,, --- Street Lights... --- ,,,,,,.\=%
=\.,,,,,,, ---- For Some Reason, ---- ,,,,,,,.\=
%=\.,,,,,, -- The Street Lights Always Have A -- ,,,,,,.\=%
#%=\.,,,,, Particular Pattern. It Starts With A ,,,,,.\=%#
##%=\.,,,, Row Of White Lights, Then It'S Joined ,,,,.\=%##
###%=\.,,, By A Red Row, Then The Blue Ones, And ,,,.\=%###
####%=\.,, So On. And Then, There'S A Second Row, ,,.\=%####
#####%=\., Almost Mirroring The First. ,.\=%#####
####%=\.,, ,,.\=%####
###%=\.,,, I'Ve Been Counting How Many Of Each ,,,.\=%###
##%=\.,,,, Shape There Is. ,,,,.\=%##
#%=\.,,,,, I Think It'S A Kind Of Angel Language. ,,,,,.\=%#
%=\.,,,,,, Angel Bodies Made Of Light, Running ,,,,,,.\=%
=\.,,,,,,, Along The Streets Even At Night. ,,,,,,,.\=
%=\.,,,,,, ,,,,,,.\=%
#%=\.,,,,, ---- ,,,,,.\=%#
##%=\.,,,, ---- ---- ,,,,.\=%##
###%=\.,,, --- --- ,,,.\=%###
####%=\.,, ---- ---- ,,.\=%####
#####%=\., --- --- ,.\=%#####
####%=\.,, ---- ---- ,,.\=%####
###%=\.,,, ,,,.\=%###
##%=\.,,,, Like They'Re Looking For Something. ,,,,.\=%##
#%=\.,,,,, ,,,,,.\=%#
%=\.,,,,,, ,,,,,,.\=%
=\.,,,,,,, ,,,,,,,.\=
%=\.,,,,,, ,,,,,,.\=%
#%=\.,,,,, ,,,,,.\=%#