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¨¨§§¨§¨§§¨                                          ¨§¨§¨§§¨¨§
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¨§§§§¨¨¨§§                                          ¨§¨¨¨¨§§§§
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§¨§¨¨§§¨§§ THERE'S   A   MAIDEN    ON   THE   HILL. §¨¨§¨¨§§¨¨
§§§§¨§¨§§¨                                          §§¨§§¨§¨§¨
§¨¨¨§§§§¨§ GREY  CERAMICS, OVERSHOWERED  WITH MOSS, ¨¨§§¨§§§§§
¨§¨¨§¨¨¨§§ STRETCHING     TOWARD    THE    HORIZON. ¨¨§¨§§¨¨¨¨
¨§§¨§§¨¨§¨                                          ¨¨§§§¨§¨¨¨
¨§¨§§¨§¨§§ 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.                §§¨¨§¨§¨¨¨
§¨¨¨¨§¨¨§§                                          §¨§¨§§§§¨¨
§§¨¨¨§§¨§¨ 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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¨¨§§§¨¨¨¨§                                          §§¨¨§¨§¨§¨
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