Brick gables blush against the warmth of a salacious sun. The naked dance of a beech tree invokes Spring but provokes Winter as the wind rattles its bones. A well-worn dirt path must have begun life as grass and the single decision to try another way. A pioneer of the local park.
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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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