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¶@@^††^^.. Grey Ceramics, Overshowered With Moss, ..^^††^@@¶
¶§^^»..... Stretching Toward The Horizon. .....»^^§¶
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§^»^^..... The Patch Is Wet. .....^^»^§
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§@^»...... An Island In The Clouds, ......»^@§
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¶@@^^†»^.. With Her Sheep. ..^»†^^@@¶
##¶§@^†»^. And Noone Else Is Around. .^»†^@§¶##
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¶§§@†»^... Looks Around, And Spots Another Island ...^»†@§§¶
§@@†††»... On The Sea Of Foam. ...»†††@@§
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§^†»»..... Stops Mid-Stride. She Frowns. .....»»†^§
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