A collection of poems and sketches created by the author during a tumultuous period in his life when
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; (Robert Frost)
But for our Robert, it wasn’t two roads, it was a tangle.
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