What are we doing? Why are we our greatest enemies?

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"Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there's some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep of easy wind and downy flake 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.."

Dearest Mr. Frost, I understand completely...
With respect and miles to go,
D.A.H.

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