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