Soft, gentle rain greets me as I open my back door. The very absence of light has somehow dampened its volume, allowing the street to keep on sleeping. Occasionally a drop or two, no more, blows in on the wind, and lands on my face. Touch and sound, drip-feeding me my new day.
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- GRUDGE
- THE EDGES OF MORNING
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- HERE AND THERE
- A FLOWER'S BREATH
- AFTER THE STORM...
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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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