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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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#¶&$§†=,,,    a dangerous game: the roundabout is   ,,,=†§$&¶#
##¶&$§†=,,  important to some large constellation   ,,=†§$&¶##
#¶&$§†=,,,       of intents and bureaucracies.      ,,,=†§$&¶#
##¶&$§†=,,  governments and companies are creatures ,,=†§$&¶##
#¶&$§†=,,,     in a way. yet people sneak small     ,,,=†§$&¶#
##¶&$§†=,,   between their claws, and hide in the   ,,=†§$&¶##
#¶&$§†=,,,    roadside bushes. they wait there.     ,,,=†§$&¶#
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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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#¶&$§†=,,, cars are ejected into the greens. ships  ,,,=†§$&¶#
##¶&$§†=,,     collide. there are many kinds of     ,,=†§$&¶##
#¶&$§†=,,,      casualties, on both sides. the      ,,,=†§$&¶#
##¶&$§†=,,    spellmakers will not come home. it    ,,=†§$&¶##
#¶&$§†=,,,   sickens me, this physical reality of   ,,,=†§$&¶#
##¶&$§†=,,  it, but the cause is just. i sneak back ,,=†§$&¶##
#¶&$§†=,,,      over the fense, heading south.      ,,,=†§$&¶#
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