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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson: sunlight in a wonderful compound of gold and rose and green;
and this too would kindle, although more mildly and with
rainbow tints, the fissures of our crazy gable. If I were
sleeping heavily, it was the bold blue that struck me awake;
if more lightly, then I would come to myself in that earlier
and fairier fight.
One Sunday morning, about five, the first brightness called
me. I rose and turned to the east, not for my devotions, but
for air. The night had been very still. The little private
gale that blew every evening in our canyon, for ten minutes
or perhaps a quarter of an hour, had swiftly blown itself
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