..:~\**&¶# #¶&**\~:..
.:~\**&¶## ##¶&**\~:.
..:~\**&¶# #¶&**\~:..
...:~\**&¶ ¶&**\~:...
....:~\**& &**\~:....
...:~\**&¶ 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. &**\~:....
...:~\**&¶ ¶&**\~:...
..:~\**&¶# #¶&**\~:..
.:~\**&¶## ##¶&**\~:.
..:~\**&¶# #¶&**\~:..
...:~\**&¶ ¶&**\~:...