Driving past the mangrove forests on the EEH this morning, and I had a sudden flash of new insight into a line from a poem :
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
The pull of a vagabond dreamer, a poet and a romantic to explore the woods both physical and mental, and the corresponding pulls of everyday life and its responsibilities.
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