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