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