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