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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. ¨¨@¨@@¨¨@@
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¨¨¨¨@@@¨¨@ stops mid-stride. she frowns. @¨¨@@@@@@¨
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