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He once drove across southern Germany, towards Berlin.  The frost Advanced alongside, and the leaves, ageing and turning at different intervals, lent a gauntly 3 dimensional vista to the scenery.  Even the sky took up the plot, as flocks of birds more legion than a locust swarm, in relief against the gathering slate sky.  They flew overhead in v'S, meeting line, so straight that he appeared to look at 2 dense birds, fanning out like a deck of cards as they slowly and inexplicably turned towards the silouhuetteing sun.  Choose.  Pick a card, and tear it in pieces, and in the scattering I'll predict it's origin.  I will divine us from the oracular birds, and found a city underneath your body.

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