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Post by star on May 29, 2006 12:27:28 GMT -5
Distant Horizons
You were so happy that the camping trip you'd been planning for two years had finally come into effect. After a plane trip and a car ride that was way too long in your excited opinion, you finally arrived at the entrance to the Olympic National Rainforest, unloading your horse and packing your saddlebags. All was going well at the beginning. The rainforest was beautiful, the weather was grand, the people were friendly. Then the unthinkable happened: you became seperated from the group. You rode around for hours, getting more and more lost in the complex tangle of trails. You've finally come to a wooden sign and trot your horse up to it, hoping to gain a sense of direction. You're dissappointed to find that it simply says, 'Great things lie just beyond the horizon.' You glance up, surprised to see a teenage girl smiling at you. "Welcome to Distant Horizons," she says, "and please know that you will be welcome here for as long as you choose to stay." |
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