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Pausing in the woods
Originally uploaded by Altivo

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

—Robert Frost, 1922

"No work today" rings not true. Yes, the library was closed due to the weather, but let me tell you, shoveling the snow and doing animal care in six to eight inches of it is heavy work. Still, it's beautiful stuff, and how people can profess to "hate" it so is beyond my conception.

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