§§§§§§§¨¨¨                                          §§¨¨¨¨¨¨§§
§§§§§§¨¨§§                                          §¨¨§§§§¨¨§
§§§§§¨¨¨¨§                                          ¨¨¨¨§§¨¨¨¨
¨§§§¨¨§§¨¨                                          §§§¨¨¨¨§§¨
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§¨¨¨§§§§§§ 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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§§§§¨¨§§§§                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨§