¨&¨&&¨&¨&¨ &¨&&¨¨&¨¨¨
&&&¨&&&&&& &&¨&¨&&¨¨¨
¨¨&&¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨&&&&¨&¨¨&
¨&¨&¨¨¨¨¨¨ &¨¨¨&&&¨&&
&&&&¨¨¨¨¨& &¨¨&¨¨&&¨&
¨¨¨&¨¨¨¨&& there's a maiden on the hill. &¨&&¨&¨&&¨
¨¨&&¨¨¨&¨¨ &&¨&&&&¨&¨
¨&¨&¨¨&&¨& grey ceramics, overshowered with moss, ¨&&¨¨¨&&&¨
&&&&¨&¨&&¨ stretching toward the horizon. &¨&¨¨&¨¨&¨
¨¨¨&&&&¨&¨ &&&¨&&¨&&&
¨¨&¨¨¨&&&¨ she moves her feet. ¨¨&&¨&&¨¨&
¨&&¨¨&¨¨&& the patch is wet. ¨&¨&&¨&¨&&
&¨&¨&&¨&¨¨ &&&¨&&&&¨&
&&&&¨&&&¨¨ an island in the clouds, ¨¨&&¨¨¨&&¨
¨¨¨&&¨¨&¨& she's cozy and strong on the crest ¨&¨&¨¨&¨&&
¨¨&¨&¨&&&¨ with her sheep. &&&&¨&&&¨&
¨&&&&&¨¨&¨ and noone else is around. ¨¨¨&&¨¨&&&
&¨¨¨¨&¨&&& ¨¨&¨&¨&¨¨&
&¨¨¨&&&¨¨¨ as her feet move her hazily forward she ¨&&&&&&¨&¨
&¨¨&¨¨&¨¨¨ looks around, and spots another island &¨¨¨¨¨&&&&
&¨&&¨&&¨¨¨ on the sea of foam. &¨¨¨¨&¨¨¨¨
&&¨&&¨&¨¨& &¨¨¨&&¨¨¨&
¨&&¨&&&¨&& stops mid-stride. she frowns. &¨¨&¨&¨¨&¨
&¨&&¨¨&&¨¨ &¨&&&&¨&&¨
&&¨&¨&¨&¨¨ &&¨¨¨&&¨&&
¨&&&&&&&¨& ¨&¨¨&¨&&¨¨
&¨¨¨¨¨¨&&& &&¨&&&¨&¨¨
&¨¨¨¨¨&¨¨& ¨&&¨¨&&&¨&