by Gavin Williams
Grandpa always claimed there was a fork at the end of the path behind his house. Candyland one way, the other a nightmarish landscape with monsters.
He could never remember which was which, so we promised to go another day. He died when I was eleven, and I still haven’t picked which way to go.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Lost Wisdom
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