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