Early drive-7am. Fog has descended upon our town. What is already quite dark is now quite dark and out of focus. Fog has that ability to cast us at its centre, where we struggle to make out each other. It delivers a blurry metaphor for our smudged lives, if only we could see it.
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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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