Scratched scratchcards loiter around the litter bin outside the corner shop. Little cardboards balls lie scrunched where they were tossed. There are so many they look like a flowerbed of hope which has steadfastly refused to bloom. A litany of litter fallen upon stony ground.
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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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