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