I need a hug.
I need a hug.
Proof that bridgetending can be extremely random.
This whole situation sickens me.
Once upon a time there was a duck stuck in my pit.
I opened my bridge for a cephalopod.
You matter. Your life has value. Here’s proof.
How do you walk past a bleeding man?
Come on! What’s the hold up?
They care deeply about this country and want to change it for the better.
Tempus certainly does fugit, doesn’t it?
The View from a Drawbridge 