Gayle Lowe

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My son
Sees rainbows in the light
Numbers in the wind
He is fascinated by the way a hairbrush feels against his palm, calm calm calm

He has stainless steel machinery inside his mind that converts problems into answers at the speed of light
But when those pistons fire and his wheels start turning it might be days before he’ll sleep again

He can recite every book he’s ever read, he can sing every song he’s ever heard, he can feast for hours on the decimals of pi and sometimes I swear, h

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