
The moon in the well always runs a day behind. Me, I'm running a hundred years behind.
Shoes. Already claimed.
Skip your meals to stare at the water's surface, and what do you get for it?
I still haven't put my spoon down. There's no rush, is there?

The moon in the well always runs a day behind. Me, I'm running a hundred years behind.
I still haven't put my spoon down. This house needs at least one woman who takes her sweet hundred years about it. Keeps things lively, don't you think?