A few fallen leaves mingle around a tree in a dress rehearsal for Autumn. The echo of Summer will soon turn into a memory and eventually that memory will be nothing more than a myth. Nature's magic storytelling keeps the legend alive. We reimagine the myth through Hope.
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- LAND HO! IN THE SKY
- CHATTING UP THE MORNING SKY
- HERE, THERE AND EVERYWHERE
- VARNISHED MORNINGS
- LEAFING ROOM
- HAIKU
- MYTH AND HOPE
- THE TEA IN POETRY
- FOCUS
- REAR-VIEW MIRROR
- WEST SIDE STORY ON THE NORTH SIDE OF TOWN
- HERE COMES THE RAIN AGAIN
- WITH'RIN' VINES
- AUSTERITY SEASON
- VIBRATIONS
- SHADOWS
- REFLECTIONS
- HIGH T(eas)
- LEAF PAINTING
- ICE CREAM! LOLLIPOPS!
- SMUGNESS AND THE PERFECT LAWN
- THE PETULANCE OF THE SIMPLE CUPPA
- REAL OR REFLECTION?
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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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