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.^~:*@@@## ##@@@*:~^.
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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. *:~^......
.....^~:*@ @*:~^.....
....^~:*@@ 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. @*:~^.....
......^~:* *:~^......
.......^~: STOPS MID-STRIDE. SHE FROWNS. :~^.......
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