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