[It's not right yet.]
Long ago the forests of America were dark and unbroken, and beyond them were the sun-baked plains that ran on and on toward the mountains, and the sunset. Then the Europeans came and built European cities. And the peoples of the world came and met and mingled. And now there is me, and there is also him, this man whose eyes I am gazing into, this stranger who I am asking for help.
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