| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Call of the Canyon by Zane Grey: One afternoon, with the sky full of white and black rolling clouds and a
cold wind sweeping through the cedars, she halted to rest and escape the
chilling gale for a while. In a sunny place, under the lee of a gravel
bank, she sought refuge. It was warm here because of the reflected sunlight
and the absence of wind. The sand at the bottom of the bank held a heat
that felt good to her cold hands. All about her and over her swept the keen
wind, rustling the sage, seeping the sand, swishing the cedars, but she was
out of it, protected and insulated. The sky above showed blue between the
threatening clouds. There were no birds or living creatures in sight.
Certainly the place had little of color or beauty or grace, nor could she
see beyond a few rods. Lying there, without any particular reason that she
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Call of the Canyon by Zane Grey: stationary washstand with one spigot. There was also a chair. While Carley
removed her coat and hat the clerk went downstairs for the rest of her
luggage. Upon his return Carley learned that a stage left the hotel for Oak
Creek Canyon at nine o'clock next morning. And this cheered her so much
that she faced the strange sense of loneliness and discomfort with
something of fortitude. There was no heat in the room, and no hot water.
When Carley squeezed the spigot handle there burst forth a torrent of water
that spouted up out of the washbasin to deluge her. It was colder than any
ice water she had ever felt. It was piercingly cold. Hard upon the surprise
and shock Carley suffered a flash of temper. But then the humor of it
struck her and she had to laugh.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Poems by Bronte Sisters: In humble patience every blow;
To gather fortitude from pain,
And hope and holiness from woe.
Thus let me serve Thee from my heart,
Whate'er may be my written fate:
Whether thus early to depart,
Or yet a while to wait.
If Thou shouldst bring me back to life,
More humbled I should be;
More wise--more strengthened for the strife--
More apt to lean on Thee.
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