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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: comfort now.
There lay the town in the splendor of Wyoming space. Around it
spread the watered fields, westward for a little way, eastward to
a great distance, making squares of green and yellow crops; and
the town was but a poor rag in the midst of this quilted harvest.
After the fields to the east, the tawny plain began; and with one
faint furrow of river lining its undulations, it stretched beyond
sight. But west of the town rose the Bow Leg Mountains, cool with
their still unmelted snows and their dull blue gulfs of pine.
From three canyons flowed three clear forks which began the
river. Their confluence was above the town a good two miles; it
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