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sanjuktaa
28 thg 3

As to the poem's origins, Hannah explains it beautifully.

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"As my friend Mary Stevens says, sometimes a haiku just clonks you on the head, and this was one of those, where the moment and the haiku happened pretty much at the same time. I used to walk our beloved dog Rusty in nearby woods. He would gambol forward on the trail a bit, then turn back to check on me; after some reassuring words, he'd venture on. If we were at a fork in the path, I'd usually point out to him where we were headed: "That way, buddy." But one spring morning, we came to a crossroads, and he looked back at me with those deep brown…


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lakshmi iyer
lakshmi iyer
23 thg 3

Reminds me of the road not taken!!

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