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escape

the beginning of a story (i always seem to have just the beginnings, don't i?):

Emma awoke to a streak of light piercing through her window as usual, leisurely gapping and stretching. Life on the prairie was gentle to her for the most part, and quite a new thing, but she had adjusted considerably quickly, and often wondered why she had not come before, why she hadn't indeed been raised in such a fine setting as the country. In her first month on the ranch, Butch had learndt her to milk the cows, tend to the vegetables so as they wouldn't die on her, fetch the chicken's eggs without just being pecked something fierce, and ride Trellie, the tamest quarter horse he had. She didn't come to the ranch to read up on farming, though, but her chores had begun to occupy more of her time. She feared her writing would suffer if she became always at it; a girl needed peace and quiet to write her best, and writing was after all the purpose of her residing with Butch.

But just this morning she wouldn't worry so about where her time was going. It was a new day, and a Sunday, at that; Butch would go to church and leave her be for the morning, and return only in the evening after the usual festivities. Emma had visited his church numerable times since her arrival; infact, she had gone every time but now. It was a feigned illness that let her rest now, and if she could manage, tommorow as well.

She crawled out of the sheets and peered in the looking-glass at a long, pale face. Unbelievable! She had succeeded, and washed away at the powder from last night. Emma despised wholly being ladylike, refused the makeup, the heavy dresses, the unnecessary (or so she thought) petticoats; last night's powder was for sick purposes only. She didn't guess Butch had even thought she would bring such a thing as powder.

Free of the mask, she hurried to the kitchen, hungrier than any sick girl would, and devoured her usual bread and strawberry jam, only this time she ate a few slices to make up for her missed dinner last night. She returned to her room and grabbed her knapsack and pens and notebook, and dressed herself ever so hastily, just a pair of breeches and a shirt, an ensemble she had stolen while living in Gettysburg. Dresses were simply unmanageable on Trellie, and no one would see her today and be astonished. Having all the necessaries and no more, Emma was under the stable door and atop the only horse she could ride in almost no time since her day's commencement.

The sun shone warmly upon them that morning, smiling like some gentle orb of heat, but that could so suddenly transform to fireball. Missouri had such beautiful mornings as of late, but Emma knew that would change what with summer so close at hand, Butch had warned her of it. The spring wind refreshed her and she coaxed the horse along to a faster trot. She knew not where her destination was, only that it was away and somewhere peaceful where she could reflect. Those sorts of places weren't hard to find on the ranch--everytime she turned a corner wilderness greeted her, inspiring in her a thirst to write. She wasn't published, nor widely read by even her closest relatives, but somehow she knew she must write, if not for them, for herself. And she had that luxury. So long as she kept Butch fed and did the chores he asked of her, she could reside in his home. He was a sweet, mild-tempered man, a friend of her father's, and a body one could trust. The townspeople all looked at her in wonder, and many shunned her actions. Why would she go to live with a widow with whom she never intended to marry? They were not blood relatives! And sadly, though the two had no relations in the bedroom or in common, they could not escape the harsh words of their community.

TBC, i guess. i don't know where this was going.

Your Musical Tastes Match: Nicole Kidman

See her whole playlist here (iTunes required)

Your Inner Child Is Surprised

You see many things through the eyes of a child. Meaning, you're rarely cynical or jaded. You cherish all of the details in life. Easily fascinated, you enjoy experiencing new things.

Your Band Name is:

The Furious Goldfish

Maroon 5 Shares Your Taste in Music

See their whole playlist here (iTunes required)

Your Hair Should Be Orange

Expressive, deep, and one of a kind. You pull off "weird" well - hardly anyone notices.

You Are 22 Years Old

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

You Are Likely a Second Born

At your darkest moments, you feel inadequate. At work and school. you do best when you're evaluating. When you love someone, you offer them constructive criticism. In friendship, you tend to give a lot of feedback - positive and negative. Your ideal careers are: accounting, banking, art, carpentry, decorating, teaching, and writing novels. You will leave your mark on the world with art and creative projects.

Your Seduction Style: Au Natural

You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it. That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power! The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism. You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world. Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in. You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you? You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways. Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you. As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you.

You Should Learn French

C'est super! You appreciate the finer things in life... wine, art, cheese, love affairs. You are definitely a Parisian at heart. You just need your tongue to catch up...

Your Blog Should Be Purple

You're an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything. You tend to set blogging trends, and you're the most likely to write your own meme or survey. You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say.

You're an Passionate Kisser

For you, kissing is about all about following your urges If someone's hot, you'll go in for the kiss - end of story You can keep any relationship hot with your steamy kisses A total spark plug - your kisses are bound to get you in trouble

Your Ideal Relationship is Friends Only

Honestly, you're not really ready for a relationship right now. And you prefer to keep things platonic, for now. That's not to say that one of your friends could be dating material. You're just taking a break for now.

Your Daddy Is Arnold Schwarzenegger

What You Call Him: Pa Why You Love Him: He takes you to Disneyland

12:48 a.m. - 2005-11-07
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