The city is longer than it is wide.
The city is no longer there.
The absolute forest uprooted it.
Our machines tire of their slavery.
They commit suicide.
They hope to return to their original ores.
The ocean advances forever up the shore.
It removes houses from beachfront property.
It moves the beach to fill foundations.
A kite urges the boy to give it more twine.
The ball of twine is a ball no more.
The boy unknots the twine from the spindle.
The kite flies over what was once a beachfront city.
The forest now negotiates with the advancing sea.
The soil is rich in minerals.
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