Mirage 2016 R. I. P. (SIC TRANSIT GLORIA MUNDI)
Here lies (on the asphalt) the formerly well-rounded form of a box turtle who once lived in a slowly mobile geodesic dome of plain, but pretty solid, geometry. Now he exists (that is, remains exist) in one plane only, a flat Mercator projection of his former hemispherical self: three dimensions down to design. My jogger’s stride crosses (blesses) all his carapace meridians in one homeward bound. (May we both) Rest in peace.
Pamela Lee
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