Outside the corner shop there's a familiar hum. Scratchcards, eagerly scored in huddles of hope, are tossed to the floor in frustration. Most cards don't make it to the nearby bin. Littering is a final act of defiance as the silent sirens of hope dash dreams upon pavements.
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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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