Fun
The craft follows the river, in a canyon, perhaps only imaginary.
The river twists, the craft turns. The river turns, the craft twists.
The stick is caressed, or pulled.
The rudder cannot keep up. Essence is dribbled away.
The pilot feels the happiness of the fishes.
Fun costs money.
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