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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey: between dark stone walls, deep hidden from the glare of sun, from
the glistening sage. Lassiter lengthened the stirrup straps on
one of the burros and bade her mount and ride close to him. She
was to keep the burro from cracking his little hard hoofs on
stones. Then she was riding on between dark, gleaming walls.
There were quiet and rest and coolness in this canyon. She noted
indifferently that they passed close under shady, bulging shelves
of cliff, through patches of grass and sage and thicket and
groves of slender trees, and over white, pebbly washes, and
around masses of broken rock. The burros trotted tirelessly; the
dogs, once more free, pattered tirelessly; and Lassiter led on
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