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May 2014
You complain of the softer
world's lack
of the definitions you
have become accustomed to
in your field of clear lines,
where notation is not
an abstraction and knowledge
may be clearly told.

I suppress a smile, knowing that
you have taught me
the lion's share of those
things that can never be said.
For my mother (obviously), who, despite herself, can never quite escape being a mathematician.
Eliana
Written by
Eliana  Israel
(Israel)   
438
   AE Wilson, --- and Brittany Romero
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