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Slumped and walking ジェイコブ crosses left to right, the 砂漠 in the background. His 目 crosses the clear 空気, seeing object lumps that have no real 形 across the distance... that smudge of 緑 is a 木, no it is a 森, a hundred thousand acres of private 土地, with piranha lakes and champagne vats (the latter under the great chateau, which is covered with 緑 spackled paint to render it invisible from this surveying distance); and over there, the 灰色 spot, next to the 7-11? That's the Roman Viaduct, enlarged in the Mormon period to carry volumes of 水 that could drain the Atlantic into the Pacific in 15 minutes, if they left the gates open. These and other thoughts fill his mind as his 足（複） churn, one to the other. |
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