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