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§§¨§¨§¨§¨¨ THERE'S   A   MAIDEN   ON    THE   HILL. ¨§¨¨§¨§¨§¨
¨§¨§¨§¨§¨§                                          ¨§¨§§¨§¨§¨
§§¨§¨§¨§¨¨ GREY CERAMICS,  OVERSHOWERED  WITH MOSS, ¨§¨¨§¨§¨§¨
¨§¨§¨§¨§¨§ STRETCHING    TOWARD    THE     HORIZON. ¨§¨§§¨§¨§¨
§§¨§¨§¨§¨¨                                          ¨§¨¨§¨§¨§¨
¨§¨§¨§¨§¨§ 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.                ¨§¨§§¨§¨§¨
§§¨§¨§¨§¨¨                                          ¨§¨¨§¨§¨§¨
¨§¨§¨§¨§¨§ 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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§§¨§¨§¨§¨¨                                          ¨§¨¨§¨§¨§¨