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\«~....... GREY  CERAMICS, OVERSHOWERED  WITH MOSS, .......~«\
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.......... SHE MOVES HER FEET.                      ..........
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\«~....... AN ISLAND IN THE CLOUDS,                 .......~«\
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&%\«~..... WITH HER SHEEP.                          .....~«\%&
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#¶@&%\«~.. ON THE SEA OF FOAM.                      ..~«\%&@¶#
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