| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Marvelous Land of Oz by L. Frank Baum: occupied itself by gazing curiously upon its broken limb.
"Does it hurt?" asked the Tin Woodman, in a soft, sympathetic voice.
"Not in the least," returned the Saw-Horse; "but my pride is injured to find
that my anatomy is so brittle."
For a time the little group remained in silent thought. Presently the Tin
Woodman raised his head and looked over the fields.
"What sort of creature is that which approaches us?" he asked, wonderingly.
The others followed his gaze, and discovered coming toward them the most
extraordinary object they had ever beheld. It advanced quickly and
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noiselessly over the soft grass and in a few minutes stood before the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Gettysburg Address by Abraham Lincoln: upon this continent a new nation: conceived in liberty, and
dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war. . .testing whether
that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated. . .
can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war.
We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting place
for those who here gave their lives that this nation might live.
It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate. . .we cannot consecrate. . .
we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead,
who struggled here have consecrated it, far above our poor power
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Prince of Bohemia by Honore de Balzac: coin. In short, Tullia looked like a gentlewoman. At thirty-seven she
had reached the prime of a Frenchwoman's beauty. At this moment the
celebrated oval of her face was divinely pale; she had laid her hat
aside; I could see a faint down like the bloom of fruit softening the
silken contours of a cheek itself so delicate. There was a pathetic
charm about her face with its double cluster of fair hair; her
brilliant gray eyes were veiled by a mist of tears; her nose,
delicately carved as a Roman cameo, with its quivering nostrils; her
little mouth, like a child's even now; her long queenly throat, with
the veins standing out upon it; her chin, flushed for the moment by
some secret despair; the pink tips of her ears, the hands that
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