I wake from the heat of the night, a sticky toffee-apple. Birds lollop about, sapped of the gift of flight, frolicking instead in the dew of an invitingly cool lawn. The sun hides in plain sight. Only later will it be unmasked, like a Scooby Doo villain, in our weekend whodunnit.
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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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