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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. ¨¨§§¨¨¨¨¨¨
§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨§                                          ¨¨¨¨¨§§§§§
¨¨§§§§§§¨¨                                          §§§§¨¨§§§§
¨¨¨§§§§¨¨¨                                          ¨§§¨¨¨¨§§¨
§§¨¨§§¨¨§§                                          ¨¨¨¨§§¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨§                                          §§§¨¨¨¨§§¨