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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: and twisted, as if they would never have any life in them again.
The few little cedars, which were so dull and dingy before,
now stood out a strong, dusky green. The wind had the burning
taste of fresh snow; my throat and nostrils smarted as if someone
had opened a hartshorn bottle. The cold stung, and at the same
time delighted one. My horse's breath rose like steam,
and whenever we stopped he smoked all over. The cornfields
got back a little of their colour under the dazzling light,
and stood the palest possible gold in the sun and snow.
All about us the snow was crusted in shallow terraces,
with tracings like ripple-marks at the edges, curly waves that
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