&..&.&..&. .&.&&.....
.&....&..& ...&&&....
..&....&.. ...&.&&...
...&....&. .....&&&..
....&....& &....&.&&.
.....&.... 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. ...&&&..&.
&&&...&..& ...&.&&...
&.&&...&.. .....&&&..
..&&&...&. &....&.&&.
..&.&&...& &&.....&&&
&...&&&... &&&....&.&