The air is so thick with frost I'm convinced it can be sliced up and served. The air is so still I feel like an insect in amber. The air is so brittle that I'm certain I could crack it with a toffee hammer. The air is so close that as I draw breath my insides dance a frosty jig.
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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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