Nobel me, Nobel you

When the prize is given,

You see the joy of the young teacher.

Her tired eyes spark again,

For the unexpected attention.

The book of open questions filled through the year

Opens in a new light of feasibility.

Old friends father to shake your hand

And cuddle your work that changed our lives.

me and the blog– inforgraphics– the shop – download – work together

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