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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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