Everyone has their own story.
Everyone has their own story.
From here on, our trip was more of a swaying glide than a wander.
Cold, wet, desperate people, everywhere.
You just never know what’s in store for you.
I drifted off to sleep, thinking about how lucky I am.
I gave him that name because of what happened next.
Comfort in material form.
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The View from a Drawbridge 