A man on an electric scooter conquers gravity and noise as he silently glides up a hill. These rental scooters are all over town. People are gliding to and fro like waxworks on dolly carts. It's quite disconcerting. As if our town is playing a huge game of chess with its people.
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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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