THE WOODS ARE LOVELY,
DEEP AND DARK,
BUT I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP,
AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP,
AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP.
-Robert Frost
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We Don't Belong Here
Tempers rise high, the heat even higher. Whether its due to the mid summer sun or the beauty of the southron...