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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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