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