gasps of burning air
scorched in returning sunglow
blistered but unbowed
No, haven’t joined the French Foreign Legion, I’m not in the Sahara. Just that I feel I’m coming out of my lethargy, I’m trying to get fit again. I’ve turned a corner. And the blister is real and it bloody hurts. Probably formed itself playing football on grass in Leeds over the weekend, but it popped when I played footy tonight. Not nice. But I’ll be brave.
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