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