&&¨¨¨&&¨¨¨ ¨¨¨&¨&¨&&&
¨&¨¨&¨&¨¨¨ ¨¨&&&&&¨¨¨
&&¨&&&&¨¨¨ ¨&¨¨¨¨&¨¨¨
¨&&¨¨¨&¨¨¨ &&¨¨¨&&¨¨&
&¨&¨¨&&¨¨¨ ¨&¨¨&¨&¨&&
&&&¨&¨&¨¨¨ 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. &&&&&&¨&¨¨
¨¨¨&¨&&¨¨& ¨¨¨¨¨&&&¨&
¨¨&&&¨&¨&¨ ¨¨¨¨&¨¨&&&
¨&¨¨&&&&&& ¨¨¨&&¨&¨¨&
&&¨&¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨&¨&&&¨&&
¨&&&¨¨¨¨¨& ¨&&&¨¨&&¨¨