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...-~*§§&@ there's a maiden on the hill. @&§§*~-...
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.-~*§§&@## grey ceramics, overshowered with moss, ##@&§§*~-.
..-~*§§&@# stretching toward the horizon. #@&§§*~-..
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....-~*§§& she moves her feet. &§§*~-....
...-~*§§&@ the patch is wet. @&§§*~-...
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.-~*§§&@## an island in the clouds, ##@&§§*~-.
..-~*§§&@# she's cozy and strong on the crest #@&§§*~-..
...-~*§§&@ with her sheep. @&§§*~-...
....-~*§§& and noone else is around. &§§*~-....
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..-~*§§&@# as her feet move her hazily forward she #@&§§*~-..
.-~*§§&@## looks around, and spots another island ##@&§§*~-.
..-~*§§&@# on the sea of foam. #@&§§*~-..
...-~*§§&@ @&§§*~-...
....-~*§§& stops mid-stride. she frowns. &§§*~-....
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