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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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