Repose

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is 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.

—Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost

Public

I heard there was a lot of hanky-panky at the Valentine's thing.

Adrian

Hey. You tried out yoga yet?

Ren

Did you go to that thing?

Holly

Hey, Echoes. How's it going?

Louis

I don't think I asked you what you wished for, my friend. How's life?

Hannah

Mars got a kidney.