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