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. Random components in a broken box, all there is of the jigsaw dreams. Unaligned pieces distorting the picture, a wooden tapestry split at the seams. On the perimeter frame of insipid ice molten images interlace in mist, reaching for completion, a solid visage, defying the puzzle a right to exist. © Pagan Paul (09/10/17)
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Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 5:12 PM UTC
Puzzle
. Random components in a broken box, all there is of the jigsaw dreams. Unaligned pieces distorting the picture, a wooden tapestry split at the seams. On the perimeter frame of insipid ice molten images interlace in mist, reaching for completion, a solid visage, defying the puzzle a right to exist. © Pagan Paul (09/10/17)
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Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 5:12 PM UTC
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