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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Call of the Canyon by Zane Grey: The great life-dispensing sun poured its rays down upon her, as if to ripen
her; and the earth seemed warm, motherly, immense with its all-embracing
arms. She no longer plucked the bluebells to press to her face, but leaned
to them. Every blade of gramma grass, with its shining bronze-tufted seed
head, had significance for her. The scents of the desert began to have
meaning for her. She sensed within her the working of a great leveling
process through which supreme happiness would come.
June! The rich, thick, amber light, like a transparent reflection from
some intense golden medium, seemed to float in the warm air. The sky became
an azure blue. In the still noontides, when the bees hummed drowsily and
the flies buzzed, vast creamy-white columnar clouds rolled up from the
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