Early Drive. A cloudy, Etch-a-Sketch sort of sky. The myth of sunshine balances on such days. Cars bustle along and dawdle; dawdle and bustle along. Punctuality is recovered and lost; lost and recovered. I dawdle. As if a reward for my patience, I hit every green light home.
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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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