In-completion...
Unfinished. Whenever I think of incomplete I think of a certain novel. It's ending almost killed me. Literally. I will never forget that book. I reread time ti time in hopes of fulfilling the hole I still feel. The book was called, The Giver. The author decided to end the plot on a cliff hanger. The last quote book still haunts me to this day. "But, perhaps it was only an echo". Lois Lowry is a brilliant writer. But, this book made me despise her from a young age. Now, my teacher id try to relive the tension my classmates and I felt after finished reading the book. She gave us an assignment to write a new ending for the novel. This is where my unfinished symphony began. I did in fact write a new ending. Then, another. And another. And so forth. Every year from that day forward I rewrite a new ending to that novel once or twice. It has become my task t find the "perfect" ending. Although, perfection is necessarily real. I feel that I will complete this symphony at some point.
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