Through a five-pointed star-shaped hole
in a red-brick wall,
from the bottom up:
taking up most of both 'legs',
the top of a white page
with 'plan', 'your', 'visit' in the left,
and a thin black line above them and extending
right across the otherwise white right;
above the page,
a flat yellow desert
extending to just below the upper line of the 'arms';
sitting on the desert horizon line,
perfectly symmetrically framed by the 'head'
and a narrow band of white sky,
a green conical pine.
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