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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. ¨@@¨¨@@¨@¨
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¨¨@¨¨¨¨@@@ stops mid-stride. she frowns. @@@@@@@@¨¨
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