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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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,,~/%@£@##    a dangerous game: the roundabout is   ##@£@%/~,,
,,~/%$@£@#   important to some large constellation  #@£@$%/~,,
,,~/%%%@£@       of intents and bureaucracies.      @£@%%%/~,,
,,~/%$@£@#  governments and companies are creatures #@£@$%/~,,
,,,~/%%$££     in a way. yet people sneak small     ££$%%/~,,,
,,~/%$@£@#   between their claws, and hide in the   #@£@$%/~,,
,,~/%$@£@#    roadside bushes. they wait there.     #@£@$%/~,,
,,~/%$£@##                                          ##@£$%/~,,
,,~/%$@£@#   vehicles approach; the game is on -    #@£@$%/~,,
,,~/%$@£@#    quickly the people assemble in well   #@£@$%/~,,
,,~/%$@£@#  practiced geometries. their bodies make #@£@$%/~,,
,,~/%$@£@#  counter-spells on the asphalt. traffic  #@£@$%/~,,
,,~/%$£@##   is instantly diverted, flows in sick   ##@£$%/~,,
,,,,,//%$£  ways, like dogs let loose. symmetry is  £$%//,,,,,
,,~/%$@£@#                  lost.                   #@£@$%/~,,
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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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