| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey: sheep browsed on the white patches of grass. Bright-red blankets blazed
on the cedar branches. There was slow colorful movement of Indians,
passing in and out of their homes. The scene brought irresistibly to
Hare the thought of summer, of long warm afternoons, of leisure that took
no stock of time.
On the way down the trail they encountered a flock of sheep driven by a
little Navajo boy on a brown burro. It was difficult to tell which was
the more surprised, the long-eared burro, which stood stock-still, or the
boy, who first kicked and pounded his shaggy steed, and then jumped off
and ran with black locks flying. Farther down Indian girls started up
from their tasks, and darted silently into the shade of the cedars.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke: in the course of that day's journey. Sometimes we followed one of
the side canals, and made the portage at a distance from the main
cataract; and sometimes we ran with the central current to the very
brink of the chute, darting aside just in time to escape going
over. At the foot of the last fall we made our camp on a curving
beach of sand, and spent the rest of the afternoon in fishing.
It was interesting to see how closely the guides could guess at the
weight of the fish by looking at them. The ouananiche are much
longer in proportion to their weight than trout, and a novice
almost always overestimates them. But the guides were not
deceived. "This one will weigh four pounds and three-quarters, and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Where There's A Will by Mary Roberts Rinehart: "But here I am," I finished, "telling you about my troubles and
forgetting what I came for. You'll have to go out to the
shelter-house, Miss Patty. And I guess you're expected to fix it
up with your father."
She stopped unfastening her long braids of hair.
"Certainly I'll go to the shelter-house," she said, "and I'll
shake a little sense into Dorothy Jennings--the abominable little
idiot! But they needn't think I'm going to help them with
father; I wouldn't if I could, and I can't. He won't speak to
me. I'm in disgrace, Minnie." She gave her hair a shake,
twisted it into a rope and then a knot, and stuck a pin in it.
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