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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: open. Up at the head where the canyon boxed she flushed a flock of wild
turkeys. They ran like ostriches and flew like great brown chickens. In a
cavern Carley found the den of a bear, and in another place the bleached
bones of a steer.
She lingered here in the shaded depths with a feeling as if she were indeed
lost to the world. These big brown and seamy-barked pines with their
spreading gnarled arms and webs of green needles belonged to her, as also
the tiny brook, the blue bells smiling out of the ferns, the single stalk
of mescal on a rocky ledge.
Never had sun and earth, tree and rock, seemed a part of her being until
then. She would become a sun-worshiper and a lover of the earth. That
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