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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Twilight Land by Howard Pyle: bud out upon the smooth skin, and then grow and grow and grow
until they became two great wings as white as snow.
"Now then," said the master, "take me by the belt and grip fast,
for there is a long, long journey before us, and if you should
lose your head and let go your hold you will fall and be dashed
to pieces."
Then he spread the two great wings, and away he flew as fast as
the wind, with Gebhart hanging to his belt.
Over hills, over dales, over mountains, over moors he flew, with
the brown earth lying so far below that horses and cows looked
like pismires and men like fleas.
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