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About The Pasture Spring



Robert Frost's image of the pasture spring in his short but provokingly enigmatic poem "The Pasture" has often stuck with me as one of venturing to a place where one can clear the waters of the mind, and stay a while to reflect in clarity. Just as the speaker of that poem does so, I wish to do so as well; and just as the speaker invites the reader along in this journey, saying "You come too," I want to invite anyone who may come across this site to clean the pasture spring with me. 

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