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You looked out the window. What did you see?
There is a boy on the path beside the road. Did you see him? No. The wasteland was all I saw. Tell me about the wasteland. What are its best features? Does it have grass? What was its colour? You saw it, I know. It may have been green or it may have been purple, blue, maybe, or pink with yellow seeds. I really can't remember. I wasn't taking notice. What did you notice about the heath? There comes to mind a certain time, before the beginning of civilisation, when the world was yet to be tamed. That is what I saw.
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