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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from O Pioneers! by Willa Cather: overnight, and others as if they were straying
off by themselves, headed straight for the open
plain. None of them had any appearance of
permanence, and the howling wind blew under
them as well as over them. The main street
was a deeply rutted road, now frozen hard,
which ran from the squat red railway station
and the grain "elevator" at the north end of
the town to the lumber yard and the horse
pond at the south end. On either side of this
road straggled two uneven rows of wooden
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