“One, two, three...was I on my tiptoes when I circled this space?

Four, five, six...did counter clockwork make any difference for a prayer?

Seven, eight, nine...ten?

Was it ten turns that got me dizzy?

What could interest me more than counting twirls in the darkness?

I sat down to listen.

Some pieces made the window shards duller.

Gossip was the best price that could be paid.”