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