I peek beyond the edge of the frame resting in front of me. Art collectors are gathered together observing the works in my creator's studio. Brilliant splashes of color contained within frames line the walls; powerful, light-filled drawings seem to support the windows above them, while both great and small lifelike sculptures fill the room's empty spaces. With excitement and admiration, these collectors praise His work.
I watch eagerly behind the frame. I yearn for their love and appraisal of my own unique traits.
As I hoped, He gently grabs my corners and sets me on His easel. Their lack of words and excitement pains my soul. Questions arise concerning my incomplete appearance. He responds quietly, "It's beautiful to me." Some hear His voice, some do not. Regardless, they turn quietly and leave the studio.
He then turns to me, picks up his brush and whispers, "In time, in time."
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