A sense of completeness

I finished the puzzle the other day. Damn thing took years to sort out. When it was done I went and superimposed it over the vacant lot. Now it is a welcoming scene of a park, with people moving in and out. Someone is flying a kite on the other side of a hill. Children are playing near the fountain.

At home there is another puzzle. There is always another one.

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