Post-MNO

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 as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden back.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

-Robert Frost

prof mentioning this at our final lecture really set my brain off.

i thought of the moment, the emotion i tied onto it and saved in my brain as we stood there as a group on that road that diverged in two into the yellow wood.

i can't seem to recall where the exact place is in UK is. tried googling but nothing came up.

i wonder which path each of us has walked down. are we walking down that path by ourselves? or with a friend(s)?

the thing is that we'll never know.

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hallelujah for MNO has come and gone.

what beautiful grace i have received!

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FNA next. what's done is done. BSPs are over and done with.