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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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