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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from A Collection of Beatrix Potter by Beatrix Potter: window, whispering and listening.
In half an hour the moon rose
over the wood. It shone full and
clear and cold, upon the house
amongst the rocks, and in at the
kitchen window. But alas, no little
rabbit babies were to be seen!
The moonbeams twinkled on the
carving knife and the pie dish, and
made a path of brightness across
the dirty floor.
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