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Many streams converged in a yellow wood,

Many streams converged in a yellow wood, and I, I chose the one less traveled by, and still we all emerged the one untraveled by, and that has made all.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on May 18th, 2009 | No Comments »

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