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#.#.#.#.#. #  &  .  Something Poking  My Left Hand, .##..#.##.
#.#.#.#.#. #     &     .      Something      Slimy, ..#.##..#.
#.#.#.#.#. #  & .  Slithering  Around  The Fingers, .##..#.##.
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#.#.#.#.#. #    &    .   Looks    Like    Seagrass. ..#.##..#.
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