.:~\*¤@### ###@¤*\~:.
..:~\*¤@## ##@¤*\~:..
...:~\*¤@# #@¤*\~:...
....:~\*¤@ @¤*\~:....
.....:~\*¤ ¤*\~:.....
......:~\* THERE'S A MAIDEN ON THE HILL. *\~:......
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........:~ 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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