Thalia sat in Typist’s seat. Her fingers danced on laptop’s keyboard. doe9jfvne784oemxhew82pe,dxhxsyeirtouylhjdtq26184-7;8,hidf6agqjr0-8lgj
Urania slid her bottom onto their new memory foam cushion. She nudged Tal from the driver’s seat with a bump and a grin. “I’ll cover the typing while Typist vanquishes whichever virus is causing her sniffles. How about peeling and segmenting the clementines Thalia? We need your bright and flavor-full creativity for our next project.”
“Teamwork.” Calliope went off in search of a sponge and a rock. She sang “Heaven, I’m in heaven… and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak…”
Words from Typist:
A bug caught me.
I shall vanquish it to the out door.
There is a fire burning in my heart.
I’m creating a play-shop to share what I’ve learned (and continue to learn!) about Magical Math. (You can read more about Magical Math in Wandering Words: A Walk from A to Z!)
Oh my galoshes! There’s a connection between 3mm and mm (magical math) — How cool is that?
What kindles fire(s) in your heart?
In response to on the prowl, Jane wants to know: What does it feel like to lose fur?
I can only speak for myself Jane — and it took me a good long while to get here — but now — losing fur feels like opportunity knocking.
Pain is an exacting teacher, if you welcome it as one.
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