This is not a speech and not a vote. It is the shape of an evening when the canal looked like wet stone and everyone pretended they had not been standing in the doorway listening.
Nothing here is a shop. Not the jars, not the apples, not the boats, not my time. Ask with your name on the day you mean it.
If this helped, you do not need to thank me. Put the thing back where the next person expects it.
Havenhold