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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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