Night hums a far more interesting tune than day. Its people have better stories. The cloak of anonymity that falls around night lends it furtive excitement. Often people don't choose to inhabit the night. Fate chooses for them. Humanity comes from understanding these journeys.
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- Kidcobbler
- Spent nine months dreaming on my back. Opened up new horizons, if only horizontal. Woke up disabled, with a Blue Badge and bed hair. Walk with a limp and a stick. Cue the double entendré and the stick. Saving money on shoes. Spending it on thoughts. Overdrawn at the creative bank. Loan facility disabled. The irony! Stronger through weakness. Weaker through slogans. New journeys to be taken. Pop along. I'm off my back. I'm back.
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