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¨¨¨¤¤¤¤¤¤¨ there's a maiden on the hill. ¨¨¨¨¨¤¤¤¨¨
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¨¤¤¨¨¨¨¤¤¨ grey ceramics, overshowered with moss, ¨¨¨¤¤¨¤¤¨¨
¤¨¤¨¨¨¤¨¤¨ stretching toward the horizon. ¨¨¤¨¤¤¨¤¨¨
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¨¨¤¨¤¨¨¨¤¨ she moves her feet. ¤¨¨¤¤¨¨¤¤¨
¨¤¤¤¤¨¨¤¤¤ the patch is wet. ¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨
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¤¨¨¤¤¤¤¨¤¨ an island in the clouds, ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¤¤
¤¨¤¨¨¨¤¤¤¤ she's cozy and strong on the crest ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¤¨¨
¤¤¤¨¨¤¨¨¨¤ with her sheep. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¤¤¨¤
¨¨¤¨¤¤¨¨¤¤ and noone else is around. ¨¨¨¨¨¤¨¤¤¨
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¤¨¨¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ 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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