When the rains come, the brass beam stretches and the marks start lying. So through monsoon I measure by my own knee, but this year my knee keeps taking someone else's side.

• Miguel AfonsoI'd be grateful if that knee tilted our pepper's way, just once.
  Om BuaIt's not my knee's fault your share folds in half, factor.
• Ajarn ThepThese are the ten days the moon runs wet. Don't overwork the scale, or yourself.
  Om BuaDoes your star get wet in the rain too, Priest? Then we're in the same boat.