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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: crossing sun. The first windflowers were out, and all the wood seemed
pale with the pallor of endless little anemones, sprinkling the shaken
floor. 'The world has grown pale with thy breath.' But it was the
breath of Persephone, this time; she was out of hell on a cold morning.
Cold breaths of wind came, and overhead there was an anger of entangled
wind caught among the twigs. It, too, was caught and trying to tear
itself free, the wind, like Absalom. How cold the anemones looked,
bobbing their naked white shoulders over crinoline skirts of green. But
they stood it. A few first bleached little primroses too, by the path,
and yellow buds unfolding themselves.
The roaring and swaying was overhead, only cold currents came down
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