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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. .-«/†*¤@##
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#@#¤*†/«-. STOPS MID-STRIDE. SHE FROWNS. .-«/†*¤#@#
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