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¨¨~«^%§¤¶@                                          @¶¤§%^«~¨¨
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¨¨~«^%§¤¶@ stretching    toward     the    horizon. @¶¤§%^«~¨¨
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¨¨¨¨~«^%§¤ 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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