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Chapter One
FIELDS OF INTENTION
The phone rang and I just stared at it. The last thing I needed now was another
distraction. I tried to push it from my mind, gazing out the window at the trees
and wildflowers, hoping to lose myself in the array of fall colors in the woods
around my house. It rang again, and I got a vague but stirring image in my
mind's eye of a person needing to talk with me. Quickly I reached over and
answered it.
"Hello."
"It's Bill," a familiar voice said. Bill was an agronomy expert who had been
helping me with my garden. He lived down the ridge only a few hundred yards.
"Listen, Bill, can I call you back later?" I said. "I've got this deadline."
"You haven't met my daughter, Natalie, yet, have you?"
"Excuse me?"
No reply.
"Bill?"
"Listen," he finally answered, "my daughter wants to talk with you. I think it
might be important. I'm not quite sure how she knows, but she seems to be
familiar with your work. She says she has some information about a place you'd
be interested in. Some location in the north of Tibet? She says the people
there have some important information."
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