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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Scarecrow of Oz by L. Frank Baum: water was no longer whirling them and they seemed to be
drawn in a slanting direction through still, cool ocean
depths. And then -- in much quicker time than I have
told it -- up they popped to the surface and were cast
at full length upon a sandy beach, where they lay
choking and gasping for breath and wondering what had
happened to them.
Trot was the first to recover. Disengaging herself
from Cap'n Bill's wet embrace and sitting up, she
rubbed the water from her eyes and then looked around
her. A soft, bluish-green glow lighted the place,
The Scarecrow of Oz |
