We tend to only here the last stanza of this famous poem by Robert Frost ‘The Road Not Taken’, but the first one lays the path toward the end……….
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth
SwittersB & Exploring 
bridges are always so thought provoking!
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