I had this image of a turnstile in the countryside from where I have just returned - a coin-operated turnstile where you have to pay to 'enter Nature' and the unpaved. In the not so remote future, Nature has become so rare in her openness and pristineness that we have closed her up and coin-operated her and outfitted her with the mechanisms of the city.
The stile is now the turnstile.
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