Time is sand on a beach. Where the only certainty is where we've walked. Don't stop to collect it, for then we're merely the hourglass. Better to enjoy the feeling of it between our feet. Sense every grain. Run, too, with time. As far as we're allowed. The beach goes on forever.
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About Me
- 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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