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In Pursuit of the Dangerously Possible

Each time I think I have learned to open my mind and widen my attention, Life gives me another opportunity to practice thinking beyond the habitual limitations I create for myself. On the day of this story, I was standing next to two people who I assumed were father and daughter. Antonio’s hair was silver, his olive skin tanned and weathered with creases in the corners of his amber eyes. The word “elegant” came to mind immediately, though I can’t say why. Carolina was almost impossibly beautiful, with high cheekbones, flawless skin, and gleaming chestnut hair. As she moved across the veranda, her hands gestured toward the leather couch, inviting me to sit. She was lithe, sleek, as green-eyed as a jungle cat.