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Before I took you there
I just knew it was the place
We had to travel together
A steep and rocky path
Crowded with ferns and lichen
And a few old trees
But you pointed out
All of the new growth
As we spoke of Trachtenberg math
And you told me how
He created this system
To keep his mind occupied while locked away in misery
And how his book fascinated you as a young boy
Probably the Old Ones
Like the old trees
Telling the new growth
Number secrets
We rested against the old trees
And sat on rocks that served as splendid suspensions
The trees gave way to open sky
And I knew this moment was magical
The candy colored sky agreed
A father and daughter’s journey
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Monarca Rising 