§§§¨¨§§¨¨¨                                          ¨¨§§§§¨¨§§
§§¨¨¨¨¨¨§¨                                          §¨¨§§¨¨¨¨§
§¨¨§§§§¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨§§¨¨
¨¨¨¨§§¨¨§§                                          ¨§§§§¨¨¨¨¨
§§§¨¨¨¨¨¨§                                          ¨¨§§¨¨§§§§
§§¨¨§§§§¨¨ 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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