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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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