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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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