And slowly all those fragments she had worked so hard to put together began to fall away again. And she wondered if she had just been asleep. And things would never come together. That had been the dream.
But then her one-eyed friend, whose pluck and girth kept growing with each day, said "O come now, let's just give it one more try."
And she showed her a pot of most beautiful things.
Unfragmented.
