##@§%*=-^,                                          ,^-=*%§@##
#@§%*=-^,,                                          ,,^-=*%§@#
##@§%*=-^,                                          ,^-=*%§@##
#@§%*=-^,,                                          ,,^-=*%§@#
##@§%*=-^,                                          ,^-=*%§@##
#@§%*=-^,,         , ,, ,,, --#-- ,,, ,, ,          ,,^-=*%§@#
##@§%*=-^,       ,  ,---    - -#- -    ---,  ,      ,^-=*%§@##
#@§%*=-^,,         , ,, ,,, --#-- ,,, ,, ,          ,,^-=*%§@#
##@§%*=-^,                                          ,^-=*%§@##
#@§%*=-^,, 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.             ,,^-=*%§@#
##@§%*=-^,                                          ,^-=*%§@##
#@§%*=-^,,               ,,, ^ = ^ ,,,              ,,^-=*%§@#
##@§%*=-^,                                          ,^-=*%§@##
#@§%*=-^,,    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.      ,,^-=*%§@#
##@§%*=-^,                                          ,^-=*%§@##
#@§%*=-^,,                                          ,,^-=*%§@#
##@§%*=-^,                                          ,^-=*%§@##
#@§%*=-^,,                                          ,,^-=*%§@#
##@§%*=-^,                                          ,^-=*%§@##