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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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