For as long as I can remember, I have viewed life as a puzzle. (Not a puzzle as in a mystery, although that is also part of it.) Life is a puzzle because it's a delicate fitting together of pieces--people, events, places. All of us have different ways to solve a puzzle or piece it together. Some start from the middle and work out. Others, such as myself, begin with the border and hope the rest falls into place.
Perhaps now more than ever, I am hoping that the pieces falls into place.
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Interestingly, it usually only takes one or two pieces in the right place for everything else to make sense.
ReplyDeleteYou have always been an important piece to my puzzle... something between the heart of the puzzle and a corner... safe... necessary...complete.
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