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###@@§^«~¨ THERE'S   A    MAIDEN   ON   THE   HILL. ¨~«^§@@###
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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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