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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: they rushed at her like buzzards waiting for death. No longer had
she the strength to say: "I'll think of Mother and Pa and Ashley
and all this ruin later-- Yes, later when I can stand it." She
could not stand it now, but she was thinking of them whether she
willed it or not. The thoughts circled and swooped above her,
dived down and drove tearing claws and sharp beaks into her mind.
For a timeless time, she lay still, her face in the dirt, the sun
beating hotly upon her, remembering things and people who were
dead, remembering a way of living that was gone forever--and
looking upon the harsh vista of the dark future.
When she arose at last and saw again the black ruins of Twelve
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