How I love the weak pulses of starlight that throb from deep space. A connection to a time when even dinosaurs and the very land on which they walked were twinkles in Father Time's eyes. Infant time, heartbeat time, reaching us through the veil, remembrance of what is to come.
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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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