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Sunday, June 20, 2004

I'd like your feedback
Okay. This is the beginning of a story idea I started last year. I'd like your feedback on it. Okay?

I hesitated at the threshhold, wind in my face. There before me lay a vast, green countryside -- hills rolling off into the distance, where, on the horizon, mountains rose majestically. My mind began to race. This can't be right.

I look down at my feet. Soft leather boots instead of my old sneakers. I seem to be wearing brown twill pants instead of my old jeans. A dark green tunic instead of the college sweatshirt. On the belt at my waist hangs a short sword. I can feel the quiver and bow at my back. Again, I think, this can't be right.

"Milady," someone calls, "Gwynneth, are you coming?"

I look to find the voice and I see him walking up, leading two horses. He is tall, with a kind face and eyes that are the color of the sky. "I found horses in the village to the east," he says, smiling. "And the price was reasonable." The horses are incredible creatures. Both beautiful and intimidating. The bay seems placid enough. "I got this one especially for you, " he says, indicating the bay. "Isn't he gorgeous?" He smiles again.

Myriad thoughts run through my mind. Cars, television, airplanes, tanks. All are familiar, yet strange to me. I step forward and run my hand over the bay's neck. "Yes, he is beautiful," I say.

Somewhere a door slams and a distant voice cries out. We ride away.





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