This piece could resemble a stained-glass window placed on a stone blue pedestal in total disarray. Now, imagine a blind clergyman standing before his congregation, running his fingers lightly over the pieces while telling fables from the good book. As the tale unfolds, he quietly assembles the pieces together like some divine jigsaw puzzle until its one solid sheet. His sermon ends, the church goers file out, and at last he is left alone with only the faint echoes of an empty church and free to place the new window in his private quarters where the morning sun will warm the glass to his touch.
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