Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following first paragraph:
“What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry?” He’d always loved The Tyger. Indeed he had a framed poster of the words in his office at Skylark Plaza and he looked at them every day hoping that he would see something, anything, that would make him truly understand what Blake had been talking about. He didn’t think that he would see it here, at his Father’s wedding, but when he caught the eye of the Maid of Honor he knew deep down in his soul exactly what William Blake had meant two hundred years ago.
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