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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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