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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: and settled on my bleeding flanks where the spurs had dug in.
I felt hungry, for I had not eaten since the early morning,
but there was not enough grass in that meadow for a goose to live on.
I wanted to lie down and rest, but with the saddle strapped tightly on
there was no comfort, and there was not a drop of water to drink.
The afternoon wore on, and the sun got low. I saw the other colts led in,
and I knew they were having a good feed.
"At last, just as the sun went down, I saw the old master come out
with a sieve in his hand. He was a very fine old gentleman
with quite white hair, but his voice was what I should know him by
among a thousand. It was not high, nor yet low, but full, and clear,
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