There are some bridges I won’t cross. Like a jumper horse that gallops along full speed and then suddenly rears up, “Oh, no, you don’t—I’m not going over THAT!”
But this gentle bridge in my town is not one of … Read the rest
There are some bridges I won’t cross. Like a jumper horse that gallops along full speed and then suddenly rears up, “Oh, no, you don’t—I’m not going over THAT!”
But this gentle bridge in my town is not one of … Read the rest