.^~†*%#@##                                          ##@#%*†~^.
..^~†*%#@#                                          #@#%*†~^..
...^~†*%#@                                          @#%*†~^...
....^~†*%#                                          #%*†~^....
.....^~†*%                                          %*†~^.....
......^~†* 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.                      ##@#%*†~^.
^~†*%#@###                                          ###@#%*†~^
.^~†*%#@## stops     mid-stride.     she    frowns. ##@#%*†~^.
..^~†*%#@#                                          #@#%*†~^..
...^~†*%#@                                          @#%*†~^...
....^~†*%#                                          #%*†~^....
.....^~†*%                                          %*†~^.....
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