RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Circular hexagons spin within my mind, creating illusions of thought.
Watching them, I relax and enjoy their disparity upon my mind.
Finding a sort of reflection mirroring life's extensive existence in a polarity of mathematical deliverance.
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