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Two Roads…
In seventh grade we had to memorize the poem “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and sorry I could not travel both And be one…
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To Write Someting Beautiful…
The urge to write something beautiful claws just beneath my skin. I want to shout prose from rooftops, bury it in the dirt and watch it curl lovely branches into the sky, in…
Writer, Wanderer and Coffee Lover living "la dolce vita"