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
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if
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Thank you for the good wishes.
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We are fortunate in having a very high level of medical care in today's e-Estonia, so I am hopeful a a full recovery.
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Fortunately we are now into my quietest part of the work year; may have to pass on a few of the the Christmas parties, however.
Thanks for caring.
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