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The dirt road on a hill. A sign that warns that speed traps ahead, let your brain's gears tight as a change without the clutch. At the top of the hill is the contour of the flat landscape blatantly violated by huge structures like Egyptian swinks to reach out to the heavens for this world to connect with another. We are still too far to the detail of the structures to make, but as we got closer you are aware of flags, a tent city and a cloud of dust that came into existence by thousands of pairs of feet. You thought you were prepared for the experience, but suddenly you realize, this is something you can not advance versineebeeld not.
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