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@¨@@¨@¨@¨¨ THERE'S    A   MAIDEN   ON   THE   HILL. ¨@¨@¨@¨@¨¨
@¨¨@¨@¨@¨@                                          ¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@
@¨@@¨@¨@¨¨ 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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