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He was five. Tilting the broken piece of glass just so, he caught the light of the sun Like the most adept of mathematicians (as we would later know him to be). He honed it, empowered it, Focused it on the small insects before him; they shriveled, peeled, Blazing on the hot sands of Alexandria, An ashen pile of ants, subjects and witnesses To geometrical genesis On the hot sands of Alexandria.
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Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
Euclid
He was five. Tilting the broken piece of glass just so, he caught the light of the sun Like the most adept of mathematicians (as we would later know him to be). He honed it, empowered it, Focused it on the small insects before him; they shriveled, peeled, Blazing on the hot sands of Alexandria, An ashen pile of ants, subjects and witnesses To geometrical genesis On the hot sands of Alexandria.
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Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
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