¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~ ~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~~ ~~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~~= =~~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨~~=* *=~~¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨~~=*& &*=~~¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨~~=*&¤ 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. ~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~~ ~~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~~= =~~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨~~=* *=~~¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨~~=*& &*=~~¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨~~=*&¤ ¤&*=~~¨¨¨¨