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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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