the road not taken

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 I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth.

. . .

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverge in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost


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This is what's playing in my head at the moment.

We're at the crossroads.

Somewhere in limbo land.

Deliberating. Discussing details. Deciding.

Waiting to see if life will take us this way or that.

Our long dreamed of sea change, may just become a reality.

And soon.

But then, maybe not.


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