I gazed out into the icy world, the ocean of ice I knew I needed to cross. I could see the last flickering light of civilization, the fires burning bright in the homes. I shivered, I needed to get there soon, or else I might just freeze to death. I still remember when the first snow came. me and my family, in California, thought it was a miracle, little did we know it was a curse. when the snow didn't let up, my father got out the generator. he huddled me and my mother in blankets, taking only one for himself. about a week later, I awoke to my father's cold hand on mine. his blood had frozen inside him. me and my mother cried ourselves to sleep that night. soon we were out of food. we needed to leave. we started to walk, taking all of our belongings with us. we joined a small group of people heading for the last of civilization. one by one, they all died, either frozen or picked off by the animals. eventually, I was the last one. on some days, I thought it would be better to just kneel over and die. but I made it. I'm alive, and soon I will be home.
<span>O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
</span><span>O brawling love! O loving hate!
</span><span>Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,
sick health!
Still-waking sleep,
All of the above are oxymorons. An oxymoron is simply something that is a contradiction to itself. Feathers are light, but here they call them lead which implies they are heavy. And when does love hate? Etc...
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This lesson examines four main topics of modern American literature: alienation, transition, usage, and truth's relativity. These themes represent both the modernist and postmodern aesthetic movements' distinct aesthetics.
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“You are wasting time”
I think this is how it should be, hope this helps ♥︎
Answer: subject verb dep.
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