While I let "As You Wish" fester (and it is--I can see lots more lines in need of love), I'm starting a marble version of "Naiad", something that came to me last summer at Frank's. That's why you haven't seen her before. I'll only get her started before I have to leave for another long stretch in Colorado, though. Oh, well. Maybe it's better to let these things ferment. In the end they're really morality tales about time.