I’ve seen the puzzle at its completion.
Every piece was fitted in uniform harmony.
Then came the invisible wind unable to be seen but felt with all the other senses.
The pieces are scattered to the four corners of my world.
Spend a lifetime recollecting and piecing it back?
Or start a new puzzle again?
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Liberate, observe, and flow, unless you like the certainties of puzzles. If that's the case, you gotta buy a puzzle. 😁
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