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#@@@%†^»~¨ stretching toward the horizon. ¨~»^†%@@@#
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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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