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i'm about to finish a puzzle, completing a portrait to give me peace. when the puzzle, I soon find, is broken; there's a spot with a missing piece. the whole picture seems ruined by the hole, the hole where something should be. incompleteness that once was masked is now apparent for all to see. I open up the box and find its contents have been taken. the piece that has been stolen left the puzzle with no ending. I draw out a replacement as perfect as I can imagine, but the hollow representation cannot match what once was. I retrace all the steps I took to get me to this point. each puzzle piece which I had put in order to make it work. the last of all, the one needed, the one to complete me, was given to the one who needed it more than I could give. she has my final puzzle piece and I have hers as well, and I would gladly hand it over time and time again. she has my missing puzzle piece and I have hers as well. neither of our portraits can be complete without the other's help. and though this makes it difficult to carry on as before, I find the best puzzles require more than just oneself. [ARH]
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Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 9:29 AM UTC
Puzzle Pieces
i'm about to finish a puzzle, completing a portrait to give me peace. when the puzzle, I soon find, is broken; there's a spot with a missing piece. the whole picture seems ruined by the hole, the hole where something should be. incompleteness that once was masked is now apparent for all to see. I open up the box and find its contents have been taken. the piece that has been stolen left the puzzle with no ending. I draw out a replacement as perfect as I can imagine, but the hollow representation cannot match what once was. I retrace all the steps I took to get me to this point. each puzzle piece which I had put in order to make it work. the last of all, the one needed, the one to complete me, was given to the one who needed it more than I could give. she has my final puzzle piece and I have hers as well, and I would gladly hand it over time and time again. she has my missing puzzle piece and I have hers as well. neither of our portraits can be complete without the other's help. and though this makes it difficult to carry on as before, I find the best puzzles require more than just oneself. [ARH]
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alberto-ruiz
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 9:29 AM UTC
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