Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sad I could not travel both, but 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 still the claim t'was grassy and wanted wear. Passing there had worn them both really about the same, and both that morning equally lay, in leaves, no step had trodden black. I kept the first for another day, yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted that I should ever come back. And I shall tell you with a sigh, somewhere in time and ages hence, two roads diverged and I took the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference. -- Robert Frost
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I love the picture from Lyon.
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