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