I wake early to catch the last ancient forest sounds before heading home. Every tree sings along to a constant cacophony of birdsong. Unlike the odd thrush or pigeon I may hear back home, this is nature's full orchestra, a symphony for the ages, played to primordial perfection.
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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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