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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: I used to love to drift along the pale-yellow cornfields,
looking for the damp spots one sometimes found at their edges,
where the smartweed soon turned a rich copper colour and the narrow brown
leaves hung curled like cocoons about the swollen joints of the stem.
Sometimes I went south to visit our German neighbours and to admire
their catalpa grove, or to see the big elm tree that grew up out
of a deep crack in the earth and had a hawk's nest in its branches.
Trees were so rare in that country, and they had to make such a hard
fight to grow, that we used to feel anxious about them, and visit
them as if they were persons. It must have been the scarcity
of detail in that tawny landscape that made detail so precious.
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