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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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