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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke: foam.
Au large! When I hear that word, I hear also the crisp waves
breaking on pebbly beaches, and the big wind rushing through
innumerable trees, and the roar of headlong rivers leaping down the
rocks, I see long reaches of water sparkling in the sun, or
sleeping still between evergreen walls beneath a cloudy sky; and
the gleam of white tents on the shore; and the glow of firelight
dancing through the woods. I smell the delicate vanishing perfume
of forest flowers; and the incense of rolls of birch-bark,
crinkling and flaring in the camp-fire; and the soothing odour of
balsam-boughs piled deep for woodland beds--the veritable and only
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