No matter how thick the blanket of snow. No matter how deep and heavy it lies. Somewhere, the first spindliest bulb peeks through a hardened earth in search of a watery sun. Finding its own delicate way. A testament to patience, persistence and the incredible order of things.
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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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