¨¨§§¨§¨¨¨¨                                          §§¨§¨§§§¨§
¨§¨§§§¨¨¨¨                                          ¨§§§§¨¨§§§
§§§¨¨§¨¨¨¨                                          §¨¨¨§¨§¨¨§
¨¨§¨§§¨¨¨¨                                          §¨¨§§§§¨§¨
¨§§§¨§¨¨¨§                                          §¨§¨¨¨§§§¨
§¨¨§§§¨¨§§ THERE'S    A   MAIDEN   ON   THE   HILL. §§§¨¨§¨¨§¨
§¨§¨¨§¨§¨¨                                          ¨¨§¨§§¨§§§
§§§¨§§§§¨¨ GREY  CERAMICS, OVERSHOWERED  WITH MOSS, ¨§§§¨§§¨¨¨
¨¨§§¨¨¨§¨¨ STRETCHING    TOWARD     THE    HORIZON. §¨¨§§¨§¨¨§
¨§¨§¨¨§§¨§                                          §¨§¨§§§¨§§
§§§§¨§¨§§¨ SHE MOVES HER FEET.                      §§§§¨¨§§¨§
¨¨¨§§§§¨§¨             THE PATCH IS WET.            ¨¨¨§¨§¨§§¨
¨¨§¨¨¨§§§§                                          ¨¨§§§§§¨§¨
¨§§¨¨§¨¨¨§ AN ISLAND IN THE CLOUDS,                 ¨§¨¨¨¨§§§¨
§¨§¨§§¨¨§¨ SHE'S  COZY  AND  STRONG  ON  THE  CREST §§¨¨¨§¨¨§¨
§§§§¨§¨§§§ WITH HER SHEEP.                          ¨§¨¨§§¨§§§
¨¨¨§§§§¨¨¨ AND NOONE ELSE IS AROUND.                §§¨§¨§§¨¨¨
¨¨§¨¨¨§¨¨¨                                          ¨§§§§¨§¨¨¨
¨§§¨¨§§¨¨§ 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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¨¨¨¨§¨§¨¨¨                                          ¨§§§¨¨§¨§¨
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