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The family that lost their mother
is walking up on the hill and they look
down, the boy says to his sister something
comforting, but she doesn’t hear him
and asks him to repeat it. There is a
heat coming from the peak, a peak on
the sun, a mountain of light, that is
maybe a spirit and maybe their mother, but maybe
is science. Their father knows it is mathematics,
come from the spirit world, wiping
their tears from their little eye balls,
being kind
and showing him how to be the man
that his wife always needed him to be,
the sum that fibonacci always wanted.