Talgoland: It's all that you can't leave behind

Well that was fun.

Detours, scenic routes, dead-end roads that you barely have room to turn around at the bottom of. Metaphors for my life, really.

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Name: Obvious
Location: Amtrak 500
Industry: Government / Academia
Occupation: Political Operative / Student

About Me: Smartass, grade-whore, troublemaker, agent provacateur, outcast, refuge, pin-puller, no-good hack.

See also: Sucker, Sap.

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, / And sorry I could not travel both / And 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, as just as fair, / And having perhaps the better claim, / Because it was grassy and wanted wear; / Though as for that the passing there / Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay / In leaves no step had trodden black. / Oh, I kept the first for another day! / Yet knowing how way leads on to way, / I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh / Somewhere ages and ages hence: / Two roads diverged in a wood, and Iâ€” / I took the one less traveled by, / And that has made all the difference.

â€” Robert Frost

Talgoland

Well that was fun.

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