I look at the picture on the box and back down at the 1000 jigsaw fragments strewn across my kitchen table. I get up and look at the completed frame from a different angle. I must account for the glare of the kitchen light. I walk away and then come back, only to walk away again. Alas, there is one magical piece. I rediscover renewed passion and concent…
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