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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from A Child's Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson: When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.
Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding cake.
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The Hayloft
Through all the pleasant meadow-side
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