@**^-¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨-^**@
##@&*§^~-¨ ¨-~^§*&@##
###@&§^~-¨ ¨-~^§&@###
#&*§~¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨~§*&#
@@**^~¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨~^**@@
##@&*§^~-¨ 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. ¨-~^§*&@##
##@&*§^~-¨ ¨-~^§*&@##
##@&*§^~-¨ ¨-~^§*&@##
@*^^~~--¨¨ ¨¨--~~^^*@
#&&*§~¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨~§*&&#
#&§§~--¨¨¨ ¨¨¨--~§§&#