I was very young when the road I travelled with my father and younger brother suddenly vanished into the horizon. My mother and sisters were lost for several years, until another family tragedy beset us. By then however, the road had become so overgrown with brambles and unyeilding twisted roots that moving forward was simply not possible. The thought of hacking my way through that maze of furiously unchecked undergrowth ...well I am still looking for a detour.
Anyone else feeling the road less travelled is in need of a work's crew?
Anyone else feeling the road less travelled is in need of a work's crew?
