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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. ,:-\§@#@##
##@#@§\-:, ,:-\§@#@##
@@##@§\-:, 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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