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For a few years now, I’ve learned to sit down, shut up and listen. I do that for a bit, then I write.

Trail Less Traveled

Trail Less Traveled

Two trails diverged in a southern desert,

And sorry I did find no fountain

Just this one worker, long I stood

And looked down one as best as I could

To where it bent around the mountain;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was rocky and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In dirt no step had trodden bare.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I prayed to never be back there.

I shall be telling this with a cry

Somewhere days and days hence:

Two trails diverged in a desert, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

Now I just wait see this great fence.

"The desert is, it’s like an immense desert, mountains in every direction.

There is no trail. The desert has no path. Or rather, there’s a trail here and there. You can walk…you can just walk around a mountain. Yeah, you can walk in circles. You think you’re walking in the right direction but sometimes you walk in circles.

To be able to walk in the desert you need your own way. You have to know how to walk in the desert.

A sick person can’t walk in the desert because he won’t make it very far. Maybe he walks a day or a night, a little while. An overweight person, well, he might as well stay in the desert because of excess weight. His backpack and the water he takes and everything else, it’s not enough." - VT Dairy Farmer

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The Call

The Call

Does This Smell Bad to You?

Does This Smell Bad to You?

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