1,murmured
2,peaceful
3,grabbed
4,camouflage
5,escape
6,malicious
7, prolonged
8, trembling
Answer: what
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My favorite expressions of cultural identity are: food, music, clothes, and language.
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NOTE: This question is personal. Since I do not know what your cultural background is, I will use my own. Feel free to edit and change anything to adapt this information to yourself, in case you need to use it.
When it comes to my own cultural identity, my favorite expressions are food and music. As a Brazilian person, I find my country to be rich in flavors, different typical dishes being found in different regions - such as acarajé in Bahia, chimarrão in the south, or pequi in Goiás, which is where I come from . Other typical dishes, such as feijoada, are diffused, being found and consumed all over the country. We also have beautiful music resulting from the influence of several cultures. Samba, for instance, is a Brazilian rhythm that, when combined with jazz, originated the famous Bossa Nova.
Now, when it comes to other cultures, I am mostly fascinated by clothes and languages. Ever since I was a child, I've found Asian cultures interesting and beautiful. The traditional clothes found in the farthest East, such as the kimono in Japan and the hanbok in Korea, are characterized by a fluidity of colors and fabrics. The linguistic structure of their language is also mesmerizing. While my own language follows the subject-verb-object structure, Asian languages such as Japanese and Korean place the object before the verb. They also conjugate adjectives, which is just mind-blowing to me.
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For Dickens, a good education could be the bulwark against ignorance, cyclical poverty and crime. Conversely, a badly run school could be the breeding ground for young, cunning criminals or, on the other hand, produce unimaginative, machine-like pupils ready for the industrial factory.
Explanation:
it was a fun day going hiking with my family. We decided to have an experience by traveling through the woods. In other words it could be described as a huge forest. We entered the forest and went further deep in to it admiring every single view of it... After some time,the forest started getting misty...until fog happened to cover the whole area. I was told to stay calm but the fear of being unable to see anyone made me nervous anx stiff. I was scared and started calling my parents to come near me. But their voices were not to be heard.!They were not anywhere near me. I yelled hopelessly. It felt like my head was going to burst with all the worries and stress. Who's going to save me now? Would I ever be lucky enough to meet my family? Such thoughts started striking in my head .... I could hear animals making wierd noises....But what if I was going to be one of their <u>preys</u><u>.</u><u>?</u><u>.</u><u>.</u><u>(</u>check the spelling).
<u> </u>I started sweating...sweat rolled over my body, the breeze was warning in my ears.
I could slightly see tall trees sorrounding me... the fog had stared to dissapear....I was still alone... my phone showed no signals....
To my mere luck I heard someone calling my name from faraway.. .. I ran towards that direction.... and their was my mother . I ran as fast as the wind towards her and into her arms..... this was an experience thet i might never forget...etc
u can also put it as a dream and end it up with u waking up from tge dream
