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¨^-;$$&###                                          ###&$$;-^¨
¨^-;$$&@## grey  ceramics, overshowered  with moss, ##@&$$;-^¨
¨^--;;;;$@ stretching    toward     the    horizon. @$;;;;--^¨
¨^-;$$&@##                                          ##@&$$;-^¨
¨¨¨¨^--;$& she moves her feet.                      &$;--^¨¨¨¨
¨^-;$$$$$@            the patch is wet.             @$$$$$;-^¨
¨^^^-;$&@#                                          #@&$;-^^^¨
¨¨¨¨^;;$$@ 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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