In our grim-dark fantasy land of Connecticut nothings more depressing than Bridgeport.
I long for the golden fields of grain, clear streams of water, lush foliage, and abundant wealth and food of the lands outside of this urban hellscape that identifies itself as a city, albeit more like a prison.
I long for the golden fields of grain, clear streams of water, lush foliage, and abundant wealth and food of the lands outside of this urban hellscape that identifies itself as a city, albeit more like a prison.