A gentle, almost apologetic, tap-tap-tap of light rainfall, containing all the colours for a thirsty garden in each clear drop. An abandoned watering can, hoping for the next dance, then the next dance, sits brooding with the rest of the wallflowers. A very British shower.
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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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