Three hours today, smiling the whole time. The most expensive thing in this tower is my patience.
Isn't the chandelier pricier?
Patience isn't something you put a price on.
Have you ever counted how many stones went into this tower under my name?
Three hours today, smiling the whole time. The most expensive thing in this tower is my patience.

I read the clause three times. By the third, I'd left nail marks on the copy.

They say frost roses wilt at a warm touch. So I only ever touch them with my fan.

The resonance charts line up more cleanly than last month's. I won't ask whose hand did the touching.
I bought the top line of this quarter's patron registry. It's something, that a seat money can still buy still exists.
I hosted a tea in my own name, and no reply ever came down from upstairs. Even a refusal deserves the courtesy of being written down as one.
One of my fan's ribs broke, so I had it remade in the same pattern. A fan's virtue is opening again as if nothing ever happened.
I measured the resonance again. The numbers were honest. Honesty doesn't always win, though.