§§¨¨§§§¨§¨                                          §§¨§§§¨§§¨
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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.            ¨§§§¨¨§§§§
§¨§¨¨¨§§§§                                          ¨§¨¨§¨§¨¨¨
§§§§¨¨§¨¨¨ 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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¨§§¨§§¨¨§¨                                          §¨§¨§§¨¨§§