The less-taken trail houses weird wonders and wandering questions. The path unfurls without guidance: untraversed, untold, and unpaved. No footprints line the sand, only solitude and tranquility, the tranquility only found in solitude, on tomorrow’s autumn road. “The Road Not Taken” is still a favorite of mine, and why not? Is there an English teacherContinue reading “What Frost Left Out”
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