The life of the story can only fit into a few words, but what if those words were stories, and then love became poetry.
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“But He answered and said, “It is written, ‘Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceeds from the mouth of God.’ ”” (Matthew 4:4)
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A piece of life
I agree, I didn’t get algebra when I went to school, and I even though it has been explained many times, I still don’t get it now.
We’re “word” people. Numbers aren’t our strength and THAT’S okay to me. 🙂
I loved algebra 😎
I was better with geometry. I’m pretty good at the visual and memorization. At age 60, I finally found that I have Spatial Sequence Synesthesia which is delightful but really makes it hard for me to use linear terms. Numbers are in my head in 3D ribbons!
Oh I didn’t know of this condition. I didn’t like geometry!
It’s fascinating. I’ve written a post or two on it but I don’t dwell on it. It’s difficult to describe to those who don’t have it. I LOVE knowing about it and find it to be a gift.
A novel condition! That is fun. I like that we get diagnosed, it explains so many of our issues/symptoms that we are glad to finally know.