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X is for Algebra



X is the unknown, the independent variable: also the mark of treasure, of affection, of the illiterate.
Here is a formula to consider:
My life + X = perfect

Dog and me, we wander the woods, hear only the wind, the river, a whir of duck wing. Thirsty eyes drink up the green, and cheer. There's a bough over deep water that I've seen, and dare to climb. Here, even my slight shiver of fright is refreshing. Giggle and get down, gently, as the bank is not sturdy. Walk then, over anemones, primrose, wild garlic, baby stalks of bramble and rose, down where the fallen tree has gathered a shale beach, and off come my boots and the water is not so cold and the rocks mud-slippy. If I had thought of it, I would have drawn an X in this shored up silt, where the sun was shining through the edge of the new leafed trees.



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Suze said…
'X is the unknown, the independent variable: also the mark of treasure, of affection, of the illiterate.
Here is a formula to consider:
My life + X = perfect'

BRILLIANT!! Hands down the best thing I've read on X day both years I've followed the Challenge. Leave it to you, Silver Betty Sequin!
28 April 2013 at 00:06
klahanie said…
Hey Lily,

You get a 10 out of 10 on this one. Or should that be as in Roman numerals an "X" out of "X" :)

28 April 2013 at 03:06
Dixie@dcrelief said…
There - I thought I was walking along with you. It was so easy to get caught up in your wordplay... lovely and descriptive.

I've visited this time via 'klahanie', but I've put my own 'x' so I can return to read more.

Best of luck with the remaining alphabet.

~dcrelief
28 April 2013 at 07:09
Geo. said…
I sure like this. The mind in time is dedicated to solving for unknowns. There'd be no meaning without this primary mechanism.
28 April 2013 at 12:51
Heather Robinson said…
How I loved this and it was a needed balm. Your writing...*that happy sigh again*
Merci,
Heather
28 April 2013 at 19:13
Lynn Proctor said…
very clever and lovely post!!!
28 April 2013 at 20:44
Francene Stanley said…
Beautiful words. I want to go there.
Francene.
A - Z Challenge
http://francene-wordstitcher.blogspot.co.uk/
29 April 2013 at 10:08
Bhavya N said…
Oh God! Any day I would choose the alphabet x in the english language over the X in algebra!!

29 April 2013 at 11:16
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