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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.                ##@¶@*:~.¨
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¨.~:†*¶@## AS HER FEET MOVE HER HAZILY  FORWARD SHE ##@¶*†:~.¨
¨.~:†***@@ LOOKS  AROUND, AND  SPOTS ANOTHER ISLAND @@***†:~.¨
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¨.~:::†@¶¶ STOPS    MID-STRIDE.     SHE     FROWNS. ¶¶@†:::~.¨
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