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Those who don’t learn from the past are doomed to repeat it…
Do you spend more time thinking about the future or the past? Why? A very profound question indeed. I spend much of my day thinking of the past because the past shapes our future. Things that happened say 6 years ago can affect your day today. I think I think about both equally. Sure I…
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Tips to learn things faster ⚡
1. ChunkingDon’t just keep on studying large chunks of material in a short time. Give your brain some time to process all the knowledge before you input another one. Cool study materials 2. Put ’em in a song If you’re memorizing something, then why not put the tune of your favorite song to it? Songs…
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Act 2 scene 1 – Question and answers
1. (i) This scene takes place in a room in Portia’s house at Belmont. People present are: Prince of Morocco and his attendants, Portia, Nerissa and her attendants. Morocco says that he got his dark colour because of the fierce sun. He was born and brought up in a country where the sun is very…
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Summary of the poem Bangle -Sellers by- Sarojini Naidu
The poem is about a group of bangle sellers who are in their way to the temple fair to sell their delicating bangles. One of them is the narrator who narrates the poem by his perspective. The bangle sellers take their bangles to the temple fair to sell them. The bangles are termed as ”…
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Gemstones
“I’ll just step over to Green Gables after tea and find out from Marilla where he’s gone and why,” the worthy woman finally concluded. “He doesn’t generally go to town this time of year and he never visits; if he’d run out of turnip seed he wouldn’t dress up and take the buggy to go…
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Fossils
She was sitting there one afternoon in early June. The sun was coming in at the window warm and bright; the orchard on the slope below the house was in a bridal flush of pinky-white bloom, hummed over by a myriad of bees.
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Etcetera
Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies’ eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place.
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