The Bridge —

By Lesley Baker He still slowed down when he approached the bridge, holding his stick that little bit tighter and leaning into his walk to make it across, his old white dog beside him. Half-way over the sight of the wildly fierce and defiant dandelions, laced through the bars, overlooking the motorway, stopped him. Bars […]

The Bridge —

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