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.















this is obviously not the official Tadao Ando site. if you thought it was, well then you're not very bright. but mr. ando is very bright. and that's why he hasn't bothered with the internet. and that's why this domain was still available when it occurred to me that i had better get it before some other fool did who would have done nothing with it, or worse. i make this site out of complete respect for mr. ando. and i would be honored and pleased to give it to him upon request. to the wiki-nazis, please understand the distinction between cyber-squatting and cyber-protecting. and wash yourself.



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