once upon a time my mom was driving down a road in idaho. it was just an average idaho road. it had pretty signifcant ditches on either side. she had been looking for a job for quite a while with not much luck. on the verge on giving up altogether, she mumbled under her breath, "it can't get worse then this."
suddenly, and completely without warning, she lost control of her car. she would learn later that the axel had broken. the car veered off the road and down the embankment where it settled quietly to a stop on a small patch of non-revine ground. silently, she regained her composure and audilbly acknowledged, "yes, i understand now. it can always get worse."
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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
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
About Me
- Marne
- i don't know how to answer a question like that... "about me". i guess by writing in this blog, i'm hoping that maybe i'll get to know a little more about me and who i have become/am becoming.
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