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