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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: thatched with the same wine-coloured grass that grew everywhere.
Near it tilted a shattered windmill frame, that had no wheel.
We drove up to this skeleton to tie our horses, and then I saw
a door and window sunk deep in the drawbank. The door stood open,
and a woman and a girl of fourteen ran out and looked up
at us hopefully. A little girl trailed along behind them.
The woman had on her head the same embroidered shawl with silk fringes
that she wore when she had alighted from the train at Black Hawk.
She was not old, but she was certainly not young. Her face
was alert and lively, with a sharp chin and shrewd little eyes.
She shook grandmother's hand energetically.
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