How often have you seen it? Two sets of initials, and a heart, carved into a tree. Universal… Just the sight of it brings to mind so many memories; both your own and the unknown memories of the one that left that timeless inscription. Who were those
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STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING by Robert Frost 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
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