§§¨¨¨¨¨¨§¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨§§§§¨¨¨                                          §§§§¨¨¨§§¨
§§¨¨§§¨¨§¨                                          ¨§§¨¨§¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨§§¨
§§§§§§§§§¨                                          §§§§§§¨¨¨¨
¨§§§§§§§¨¨ 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. ¨§§§§¨¨¨§§
§§§§§¨¨¨¨§                                          ¨¨§§¨¨§¨¨§
§§§§¨¨§§¨¨                                          §¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨§§¨¨¨¨¨¨§                                          ¨¨§§§§§§§¨
¨¨¨¨§§§§¨¨                                          §¨¨§§§§§¨¨
§§§¨¨§§¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨§§§¨¨§