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The chest looked ancient - I would have guessed some good hundred years. There wasn't much to it; no golden adornments of any kind. Its wood was dark, damp, and splintered, as if it were telling the story of every storm, every high tide, every humid summer it had survived. There was a sort of metal strap around it, with rusty little hollowed handles that closed side by side to allow the padlock to lock. The padlock itself was rusty and rustic, with a huge black emptiness in its center waiting for a key - the majestic old key I now had in my hands. I felt as if electricity were running through my veins instead of my own red blood, as if my brain could no longer contain any thoughts other than the curious urge to open that chest. I did it carefully, afraid to hurt my hands with the rusty iron and the splinters. Inside, there was nothing but a necklace. My heart thumped strongly, I would have heard its beating in a vacuum. I had found it, the golden necklace everyone believed to be a myth. I held it in my hands, triumphantly.
Note: Your question does not give much context about how or why those objects would be found. So I just made up some sort of story around it. Feel free to change anything!
An explanation of how a value judgment would have no objective truth because there is a difference in opinion/perspective.
<h3>What is an Objective Truth?</h3>
This refers to the truth that is spoken without the <em>use of bias</em> that is accurate.
Hence, we can see that a value judgment is the assessment of a thing as being good or bad based on the standards and priority of a person.
A factual statement on the other hand is either true or false and would remain the same, irrespective of perspectives or opinions.
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During the early America, the literature of American Romanticism was more adventurous, improbable and realistic. Compared to the Medieval period, the literature of American Romanticism during the Colonial period was more of imagination and intuition, spontaneous and has a revolutionary energy.
I believe the answer to that would be "B", "descriptive, yet brief."
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Pen picture poem:
I don't put pen to paper
expecting miracles
I put my pen to paper
to spend my precious ink.
I only write to rewrite again.
I only stop to write
when I run out of ink
Couplets:
True ease In wilting comes from art not chance. As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance 'Us not enough no harshness gives offence. The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
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