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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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