A man walks past my window wearing a big coat. He'll carry that home. A cyclist dresses like he's in the Tour De France but wobbles like a jelly. A van drives slowly up our street, taking speed bumps like a lazy surfer waiting for the Big One. Ripples of life on today's millpond.
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- 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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