artist

backwards [I was young]
I walked into science.

My Granny loved to tell
how I could sleep whilst still standing:
an ability that I lost before
my Granny died.

I can still walk backwards
and I can still hear my Granny.

fallen not felled

I tip-toed into the arts

where algorithms gave way to
adventure.

Let me share this story one day.

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