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