Ran in the still falling snow at dawn. Came a cross a wild creature with, ice and snow in its hair. We shared the path for a while, then parted ways.
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Robert Frost is over used, but there is some meaning for me during the shortest days of the year. The final lines have been a occasional mantra to help get through the final miles of an endurance event, as you are reduced to your basic components plus pain.
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's 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 - Miles to Go Before I Sleep.
Enjoy the winter solistice.
-Larry
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