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