In the land of Jigsaw, pieces are wiggly, sometimes they fit, sometimes they giggle. A corner piece, a straight edge, a curvy friend, but what is a puzzle without an end?
Missed you at the piecing party, glue bottles spilled, map lost, new start, Was it the red piece or blue? Not sure, me too.
Synapses firing, sparks slightly off, like a puzzle softened by the croft.