¨¨&&&¨¨&¨& &&&&¨&¨¨¨&
¨&¨¨&¨&&&¨ ¨¨¨&&&¨¨&&
&&¨&&&¨¨&¨ ¨¨&¨¨&¨&¨&
¨&&¨¨&¨&&& ¨&&¨&&&&&¨
&¨&¨&&&¨¨& &¨&&¨¨¨¨&¨
&&&&¨¨&¨&¨ 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. &¨¨¨&&&¨&&
¨&&&&&&¨¨¨ &¨¨&¨¨&&¨¨
&¨¨¨¨¨&¨¨¨ &¨&&¨&¨&¨¨
&¨¨¨¨&&¨¨¨ &&¨&&&&&¨&
&¨¨¨&¨&¨¨& ¨&&¨¨¨¨&&¨
&¨¨&&&&¨&& &¨&¨¨¨&¨&&