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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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