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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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