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@¤;«,,,,,,  Special Plants Growing Unusually Tall.  ,,,,,,«;¤@
@@¤;;«««-,    Spelled In By Purposeful Symmetry,    ,-«««;;¤@@
##@@¤%;«-,     Roads Like Symbols, Aligned With     ,-«;%¤@@##
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##@@¤%;«-,    A Dangerous Game: The Roundabout Is   ,-«;%¤@@##
##@@¤%;«-,  Important To Some Large Constellation   ,-«;%¤@@##
##@@¤%;«-,       Of Intents And Bureaucracies.      ,-«;%¤@@##
#@@@¤%;«-,  Governments And Companies Are Creatures ,-«;%¤@@@#
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##@@¤%;«-,  Counter-Spells On The Asphalt. Traffic  ,-«;%¤@@##
##@@¤%;«-,   Is Instantly Diverted, Flows In Sick   ,-«;%¤@@##
##@@¤%;«-,  Ways, Like Dogs Let Loose. Symmetry Is  ,-«;%¤@@##
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#@@@¤%;«-,     Collide. There Are Many Kinds Of     ,-«;%¤@@@#
@¤%;;--,,,      Casualties, On Both Sides. The      ,,,--;;%¤@
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##@@¤%;«-,   Sickens Me, This Physical Reality Of   ,-«;%¤@@##
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