Ever so often when I’m walking along the streets, I find my eyes drawn to the canopy of sky above…
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Recovery
Riding Bicycles.
“Er… weellll….yes I’d love to join you cycling but…” Pause. Violent laughter. “You mean you can’t cycle! You’re 21!” ”…
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Superheroes. (edited)
Every child looks up to some sort of figure. In fact, the child in us looks up to some sort…
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City from a hill.
“Come, and tell me what happened?” “…” “… Not a good week at hospital?” “I… no… It’s nothing much, really….
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The Best Policy.
It’s true when they tell you Recovery is a road of twists and turns. Re-cov-er-ie: even the four syllables and…
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Remnants of Beauty.
They are all ugly. And worse, they take forever to fade away. Sometimes they itch even, and grow to become…
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