Sunday's blue sky fever has broken and small clouds, like guests at a school reunion, mingle awkwardly. I hear the sound of a distant passing train. I wonder if it knows it's in a distant, passing tweet? It's officially Summer. Both butter and aftersun gel now live in the fridge.
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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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