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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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