And there was this work in progress all set to be pasted – for months it’s been there – until I started rearranging and reached a point where I no longer cared. And at that moment, or thereabouts, I beamed a new idea. Old pieces got dumped and on with the new. It’s done.
As I scan the whole, my eyes search for a resting spot, but there is none. And that’s my connection.
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