Scattered in front of me are the milion and a one piecs of a puzzle I cannot solve. With time and focus the pieces to the left become whole. They form a clear image of what is to come. I turn and start on the pieces to the right. Again, with time and focus the pieces connect as one. One look to the left I am shocked to see the withered, unattended pieces decoupled.

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