Legos smashed and scattered, lying still on the floor, waiting for the architect to reconstruct what has been disassembled. The builder does not come, the design is incased in plastic forms, each a movement unto itself. Capable to connect with every other shape and color, yet struck with fear. If we move with one another, we can reassemble the moment, to find nothing was lost, as the pieces all fit effortlessly together, as the tower rises again toward the sun.
– Josh Fleming
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