The puffy grey cheeks of a sleet-laden sky. A box filled with polystyrene is a snow-capped mountain. A single can of opened beer, forlorn atop a garden wall, parties all alone. I catch the first drops of sleet as they fall, rain and snow perpetually arguing over landing rights.
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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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