After a long break I have a new blog for a new season. Write on, Sally…
“Every day I die again and again I’m reborn
Every day I have to find the courage
To walk out into the street
With arms out, got a love you can’t defeat
Neither down nor out
There’s nothing you have that I need
I can breathe, I can breathe now”
She picked up the old tin can and a stick and went out into the street – started banging and smiling at passers-by. Her old wooden soap box – surely it had never contained soap? why soap? – was still there, kicked out of the way at the end of last season, lying on it’s side against the trunk of the huge tree under which she loved to shelter. This was her patch, scene of past proclamations, moving memories. Her old, fondly-remembered box was weathered and dirty but still strong enough to hold her weight as she righted it…
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