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[timberowl_angel]

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

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[nobodys_library]

I must admit to having one or or two I find interesting. This one, for example.

[timberowl_angel]

That one was very nice. Are there any others you enjoy?

[nobodys_library]

It's only a piece of a much longer poem, but...

"You know only
A heap of broken images where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding ahead of you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust"

[timberowl_angel]

That's also a very nice poem. Who wrote it?

[nobodys_library]

T.S. Eliot. It's called 'The Wasteland' if you're interest in reading the rest.

[timberowl_angel]

I just might do that.

I don't think we've spoken before. What's your name?

[nobodys_library]

Zexion. And you?

[timberowl_angel]

Rinoa Heartilly. It's nice to meet you, Zexion.

[nobodys_library]

Likewise, I assure you.