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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Blix by Frank Norris: the earth, over the shoulder of the world, with never a sail in
view and never a break from horizon to horizon.
They followed down the shore, sometimes upon the old and broken
flume that runs along the seaward face of the hills that rise from
the beach, or sometimes upon the beach itself, stepping from
bowlder to bowlder, or holding along at the edge of the water upon
reaches of white, hard sand.
The beach was solitary; not a soul was in sight. Close at hand,
to landward, great hills, bare and green, shut off the sky; and
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