There was a day, there was a time, I danced an eve away on the steps of Grace, so they say. Twas the heart of my city, twas the pinnacle of town. I made it hallowed, I made it my ground. I've taught my self away, I've taught myself to art. I am polymath dears. I fly, I spirit, I twirl about, be it ballet, be it line, be it free. Be it mine. ~ memoire recordance:: Midnight struck twelve at the finish in exhaustion 6.17.15 with the greatest of these.