Lisa Clays sat
in the midst of a lilac grove
pondering the puzzle
of pi.
As of late,
she had been thinking
when her thoughts stumbled
upon what pi really was.
She wandered
over to her favorite place,
the lilac grove,
and sat on her
favorite bench
and wrote her thoughts
in her favorite notebook.
Lisa sat for hours
and hours
and hours,
but she just couldn't
unravel the mystery
that so unwillingly
sang its secrets.
For many more hours
and hours after those,
Lisa and pi
were at an impasse.
Lisa took a deep
breath full of the
sweet lilac
perfume,
lay down on the ground
with her notebook
next to her,
and took a nap.
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