#@§**†~:,,                                          ,,:~†**§@#
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##@§**†~:,                                          ,:~†**§@##
#@§**†~:,,                                          ,,:~†**§@#
@§**†~:,,, THERE'S   A    MAIDEN   ON   THE   HILL. ,,,:~†**§@
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##@§**†~:, 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.                      ,,:~†**§@#
@§**†~:,,,                                          ,,,:~†**§@
#@§**†~:,, STOPS     MID-STRIDE.    SHE     FROWNS. ,,:~†**§@#
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#@§**†~:,,                                          ,,:~†**§@#
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