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My mama picked
blackberries with me in tow, chuckling at deft and quick brambles biting into our hands with a touch of fire to protect dark purple-pearl clumps of luscious fruit, hidden from view under leaves in maternal care. Today, the memory cleaves to those old bushes standing in solace without theatrics, and it finds a perch where misfortune can't kill, while healing arms, luminous in dark, pick a pail of blackberries for a jar of jam for everlasting sweetness. ------------- Written in PI : line 1: 3 words line 2: 1 word line 3: 4 words line 4: 1 word line 5: 5 words line 6: 9 words line 7: 2 words line 8: 6 words line 9: 5 words line 10: 3 words line 11: 5 words line 12: 8 words line 13: 9 words line 14: 7 words line 15: 9 words line 16: 3 words. The Pi is built up in words and follows the mathematical number that stands for Pi. PI = 3.141592653589793
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