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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.                      .:«:=¤§@##
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@§¤=:«:... STOPS     MID-STRIDE.     SHE    FROWNS. ...:«:=¤§@
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