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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. ¨¨@¨¨¨@¨@@
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@@¨¨¨@@@¨¨ stops mid-stride. she frowns. @@¨¨@¨¨¨@¨
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