The Puzzle

Dropping off the edge of the world
It all came into focus.
Like a smooth talker
Convincing me that the pieces would fall into place.

And they did, for awhile.

Then the hunt began,
And stamped colors jumped out at me
Like so many presents.

I brought them home.
And they made beautiful pictures for me.

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