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