The sky is such a deep blue this morning that I wouldn't be surprised if it's trapped people's gaze. Flecks of birds occasionally dot dot dash across the sky canvas in avian Morse Code. I cannot decipher what they say. I realise the beauty of this message is all in the pattern.
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- UNEXPECTED ITEM IN THE BAGGING AREA
- OLIVER!
- PERCUSSION
- GOSSAMER GODS
- RENDERING
- BRISTLE DOWN THE WIND
- PERPENDICULAR LANDMARKS
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- PERSPECTIVES
- SOME SELF-ASSEMBLY REQUIRED
- ALGORITHMS
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- OUT OF SEASON
- FIRST MUG OF TEA
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- 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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