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just the lonely roads...

and pete...

out for a walk

alone in the woods...

the southern key peninsula is home to many lonely roads. In the late 1800's and early 1900's it was also an oasis for the Anarchist community of "Home, Washington" which earned notoriety for not only unique political beliefs but nude swimming.... 

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel b
oth
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 I—

 

I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

     ~Robert Frost

 

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