My Antonia and Landsacpe

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…a tired driver passed the wooden cross, I am sure, without wishing well to the sleeper. (pg77) When we think of the landscape, Shimerdas becomes a part of it, a human being implanted in the soil forever. It is, then, through the passing of generations that we come to mark our time in a place. The remains of those generations remind us of our past;humble monuments like Shimerdas' grave remind us to honor it.