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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Rivers to the Sea by Sara Teasdale: Past the maze of trim bronze doors,
Steadily we ascend.
I cling to you
Conscious of the chasm under us,
And a terrible whirring deafens my ears.
The flight is ended.
We pass thru a door leading onto the ledge--
RIVERS TO THE SEA
Wind, night and space
Oh terrible height
Why have we sought you?
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