First Abt of the day. Always a solemn moment.
Managed to get all the outside edge done. I'm so proung. The quasi-religiosity of Abt goes well with the mysticism of Harry Potter. And the devilishly difficult jigsaw.
Stratford-upon-Avon, 1946: a Summer’s Night Dream - I am standing today at a gravestone in Trinity church. Sixteen feet below me lies the greatest writing man that ever lived. If this story is better than us...
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