Mark and I ventured downtown Redmond on this snowy day to run some errands. As we drove into town, Mark commented: "You know that poet, Jack Frost, who wrote 'two roads diverged in a yellow wood. I'm sorry I could not take both of them, but I took the road less traveled, and that has made all the difference?' Well, Mom, we took the road more traveled. Do you how I know that? It's because the ice is melted."
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One can say many things about Mark, but it's not usually that he's inaccurate! I'm impressed that he knew so much of "Two roads"! And I'll bet he understands the nuances too!
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