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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: AVEC DOUZE PIPUERS.'
If you go up to some coign of vantage in the system of low hills that
permeates the forest, you will see many different tracts of country,
each of its own cold and melancholy neutral tint, and all mixed
together and mingled the one into the other at the seams. You will
see tracts of leafless beeches of a faint yellowish grey, and
leafless oaks a little ruddier in the hue. Then zones of pine of a
solemn green; and, dotted among the pines, or standing by themselves
in rocky clearings, the delicate, snow-white trunks of birches,
spreading out into snow-white branches yet more delicate, and crowned
and canopied with a purple haze of twigs. And then a long, bare
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