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