¨¨¨--*^&@@ @@&^*--¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨--*^&@ @&^*--¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨--*^& &^*--¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨--*^ ^*--¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨--* *--¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨-- 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. &^*--¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨--*^&@ @&^*--¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨--*^&@@ @@&^*--¨¨¨
¨¨--*^&@@# #@@&^*--¨¨
¨--*^&@@## ##@@&^*--¨
¨¨--*^&@@# #@@&^*--¨¨