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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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