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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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