The Roads of Winter Solstice (After Robert Frost)
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Two roads diverged in a solstice wood, And sorry I could not ride them both, Being one cyclist, long I stood, Unclipped, astride my steel-framed truth, Watching my breath rise pale and slow Against the dusk the sun let go. Whose woods these are, I think I know— His house is warm beyond the hill; […]
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