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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: free air from the lip of the rock to the tops of the trees far below, into
whose green screen it disappeared to fall into a secret pool.
They had flashed past. The descending water became a distant murmur that
merged again into the murmur of the bees and ceased. Swayed by a common
impulse, they looked at each other.
"Oh, Chris, it is good to be alive . . . and to have you here by my side!"
He answered her by the warm light in his eyes.
All things tended to key them to an exquisite pitch--the movement of their
bodies, at one with the moving bodies of the animals beneath them; the gently
stimulated blood caressing the flesh through and through with the soft vigors
of health; the warm air fanning their faces, flowing over the skin with balmy
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