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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 .#.#.#.#.#
.#.#.#..#. on the sea of foam.                      .#.#.#.#.#
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.#.#.#..#. stops    mid-stride.     she     frowns. .#.#.#.#.#
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