| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: started swiftly down the road, out into the open valley. Each
stronger rush of dry wind in Madeline's face marked the increase
of speed. She took one glance at the winding cattle-road,
smooth, unobstructed, disappearing in the gray of distance. She
took another at the leather-garbed, leather-helmeted driver
beside her, and then she drew the hood of veils over her face and
fastened it round her neck so there was no possibility of its
blowing loose.
Harder and stronger pressed the wind till it was like sheeted
lead forcing her back in her seat. There was a ceaseless,
intense, inconceivably rapid vibration under her; occasionally
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott: will spoil our pleasure. Or he'll get another seat for you, and
that isn't proper when you weren't asked. You shan't stir a
step, so you may just stay where you are," scolded Jo, crosser
than ever, having just pricked her finger in her hurry.
Sitting on the floor with one boot on, Amy began to cry
and Meg to reason with her, when Laurie called from below, and
the two girls hurried down, leaving their sister wailing. For
now and then she forgot her grown-up ways and acted like a
spoiled child. Just as the party was setting out, Amy called
over the banisters in a threatening tone, "You'll be sorry for
this, Jo March, see if you ain't."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: day, for after being frightened these little animals, wilder and shyer than
gray squirrels, remained hidden for hours, and grouse that have been flushed a
little while before, always get up unusually quick, and fly very far before
alighting.
Wetzel circled back over the hill, took a long survey from a rocky eminence,
and then reconnoitered the lowland for several miles. He located the herd of
buffalo, and satisfying himself there were no Indians near--for the bison were
grazing quietly--he returned to the cave. A soft whistle into the back door of
the rocky home told Joe that the hunter was waiting.
"Coast clear?" whispered the lad, thrusting his head out of the entrance. His
gray eyes gleamed brightly, showing his eager spirit.
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