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Down the rabbit hole
‘And that has made all the difference:’ On Frost, goodbyes, new beginnings
“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, 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 …” — Robert Frost