Tanya Buxton Torres
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Tanya Buxton Torres
Where I am, what I am doing, and all those other little things you might be interested in.
The Road not Taken by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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 black.
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.