The woods are lovely dark and deep, and I have promises to keep

The woods are lovely dark and deep, and I have promises to keep

and miles to go before I sleep.
Did you hear me, Butterfly?
Miles to go before You sleep.

mefisto

mefisto 2008-11-11

Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but which if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
Nathaniel Hawthorne

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