Simmer, charmed vortices. There is a big white cross at the head of the lake and a history of digging for goodness sake. Spun resist spin, dizziness cannot respond to temptation for forward is backward and then upside down. It was a small crowd. Slightly hungry. Love and fishes. Loaves and wishes. Sentences parried feelings to bring regard to higher things whose certainty belied the depth of abstraction. Concrete can be manufactured while faith is a project that has no steps only lying down and letting the water wash over the top of the nose.