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@@¨¨@@@@@¨ 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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