Whispering can be heard in my studio. And, no, it isn't me talking to myself. This time.
The previously 16 foot rusted piece is promising to share it's...well, their stories with me just as soon as I fit the puzzle pieces together correctly. There's been a lot of muffled snickering from them as I move the squares about, trying to find the right place for each.
However, it's been very quiet since the latest arrangement happened at about 5:30 this morning. I must be getting close...
