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           Butthen,afteranotherhundredyards,Icoulddefinitelyseealighteninginthetreesahead,aglowthatwasyellowinsteadofgreen.Ipickedupthepace,myeagernessgrowingwitheverystep.Heletmeleadnow,followingnoiselessly.

           IreachedtheedgeofthepooloflightandsteppedthroughthelastfringeoffernsintotheloveliestplaceIhadeverseen.Themeadowwassmall,perfectlyround,andfilledwithwildflowers-violet,yellow,andsoftwhite.Somewherenearby,Icouldhearthebubblingmusicofastream.Thesunwasdirectlyoverhead,fillingthecirclewithahazeofbutterysunshine.Iwalkedslowly,awestruck,throughthesoftgrass,swayingflowers,andwarm,gildedair.Ihalfwayturned,wantingtosharethiswithhim,buthewasn’tbehindmewhereIthoughthe’dbe.Ispunaround,searchingforhimwithsuddenalarm.FinallyIspottedhim,stillunderthedenseshadeofthecanopyattheedgeofthehollow,watchingmewithcautiouseyes.OnlythendidIrememberwhatthebeautyofthemeadowhaddrivenfrommymind-theenigmaofEdwardandthesun,whichhe’dpromisedtoillustrateformetoday.

           Itookastepbacktowardhim,myeyesalightwithcuriosity.Hiseyeswerewary,reluctant.Ismiledencouraginglyandbeckonedtohimwithmyhand,takinganotherstepbacktohim.Heheldupahandinwarning,andIhesitated,rockingbackontomyheels.

           Edwardseemedtotakeadeepbreath,andthenhesteppedoutintothebrightglowofthemiddaysun.