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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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