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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Chita: A Memory of Last Island by Lafcadio Hearn: stayed on through it all.
Long years after, the weed-grown ribs of her graceful skeleton
could still be seen, curving up from the sand-dunes of Last
Island, in valiant witness of how well she stayed.
VII.
Day breaks through the flying wrack, over the infinite heaving of
the sea, over the low land made vast with desolation. It is a
spectral dawn: a wan light, like the light of a dying sun.
The wind has waned and veered; the flood sinks slowly back to its
abysses--abandoning its plunder,--scattering its piteous waifs
over bar and dune, over shoal and marsh, among the silences of
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