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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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¨¨#¨#¨###¨                                          #¨#¨####¨#