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izards do these fantasies.
The rug will turn up in just the right place, at just the right time
for us."
"Ah, I see. That sounds wonderful, Zarth. Perhaps we should go
up this path to the waterfalls. I bet the rug will be there."
* * * * *
Zarth and Caitlin walked hand-in-hand through the lush jungle,
climbing ever higher into the mountainous little island. The
intoxicating smell of the flowers was everywhere around them, and they
seemed to be entering a fairyland of beauty as they passed colorful
birds and flowers, volcanic rock formations, and little streams full
of darting, shiny fish. Finally they arrived at a crystal clear pool
about fifty yards across, with a white sandy beach on two sides of it.
Towering more than fifty feet above the far end, a waterfall plunged
from a rocky cliff, dazzling their eyes with misty rainbows as it
fell.
Zarth stopped and stared, dumbfounded at the magnitude of the
beauty confronting him. "Caitlin, I had no idea this much beauty
could exist all
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