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.,~†^@§@@#                                          #@@§@^†~,.
.,~†^@§@@@                                          @@@§@^†~,.
.,~†††@§@@                                          @@§@†††~,.
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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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.,~†^@§@##                                          ##@§@^†~,.
....~^^^@§                                          §@^^^~....