¨&&&¨¨&¨¨¨ ¨¨&¨¨¨¨¨¨&
¨&¨&&¨¨&¨¨ ¨¨¨&¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨&&&¨¨&¨ ¨¨¨¨&¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨&¨&&¨¨& &¨¨¨¨&¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨&&&¨¨ ¨&¨¨¨¨&¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨&¨&&¨ 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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