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That go-cart on the paddock: 
wind drying the inside of my grin, 
my grip stuck on hot plastic,
the tilt as the front right wheel
lifts off the sunburnt grass. 
Caught on film, it’s nothing – a slow curve 
by a girl who thought she knew.
But I’m still learning, still leaning
into the world’s turn.