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Once upon a time, there was a small village on the edge of a vast, dark forest. The villagers had always been wary of the forest, for stories of mysterious creatures and malevolent spirits that dwelled within its depths circulated among them. Despite their fear, however, the villagers continued to harvest wood from the forest for their fires and hunt its game for their food.

One day, a young girl named Eliza, with long black hair and bright blue eyes, became curious about the forest. She had heard the stories of its dangers, but she couldn't help but wonder what lay beyond the trees. So, one sunny afternoon, she decided to venture into the forest on her own.

As she walked deeper into the forest, the trees grew taller and their branches intertwined above her head, blocking out the sun. The forest floor was covered in a thick layer of leaves, making it difficult for her to walk. The further she went, the more she realized how foolish her decision had been. She should have listened to the warnings of her elders.

Suddenly, she heard a rustling sound behind her. Her heart began to race as she turned around, but all she saw was a small, furry creature scurrying away. She let out a sigh of relief and continued on her journey.

As she walked further, she began to see strange, glowing mushrooms sprouting up from the forest floor. Eliza had never seen anything like it before, and she couldn't resist the urge to pick one up and examine it closely. Suddenly, she heard a voice from behind her.

"Put that down, child."

Eliza turned around to see an old woman standing behind her. The woman was dressed in a long, flowing robe, and her hair was as white as snow. Her eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of the forest.

Eliza was frightened at first, but the old woman's kind demeanor put her at ease. The woman introduced herself as Agatha, and told Eliza that she was a healer who lived in the forest. Eliza was fascinated by the woman's knowledge of the forest and its creatures.

Over the next few weeks, Eliza began to visit Agatha regularly. The old woman taught her how to find food and water in the forest, and how to identify the various plants and animals that lived there. Eliza was enthralled by Agatha's wisdom and began to see the forest in a new light.

One day, while they were walking through the forest, they stumbled upon a clearing. In the center of the clearing was a small, crystal-clear pond. The water was so clear that Eliza could see the bottom, where colorful fish swam lazily.

Agatha told Eliza that the pond was magical, and that anyone who swam in it would be granted one wish. Eliza was skeptical at first, but she decided to take the chance and make a wish. She closed her eyes and wished for the safety and prosperity of her village.

When she opened her eyes, she saw that the forest had transformed. The trees were greener, the animals were more plentiful, and the air was fresher. She realized that her wish had come true.

From that day on, Eliza continued to visit Agatha in the forest, and she became a protector of the forest and its creatures. She learned that the forest was not a place to be feared, but a place of wonder and magic, and she shared that knowledge

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Nieves De La Rosa Sonnet #68: In Days Long Since, Before These Last So Bad

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Nieves De La Rosa Sonnet #68: In Days Long Since, Before These Last So Bad

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Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
When beauty lived and died as flowers do now,
Before these bastard signs of fair were born,
Or durst inhabit on a living brow;
Before the golden tresses of the dead,
The right of sepulchres, were shorn away,
To live a second life on second head;
Ere beauty’s dead fleece made another gay:
In him those holy antique hours are seen,
Without all ornament, itself and true,
Making no summer of another’s green,
Robbing no old to dress his beauty new;
And him as for a map doth Nature store,
To show false Art what beauty was of yore.

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Sonnet #68 : In Days Long Since, Before These Last So Bad Modern english

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Sonnet #68 : In Days Long Since, Before These Last So Bad Modern english

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And so, his face is a map of times past – when beautiful people lived and died with the transience of flowers – before such illegitimate signs of beauty were created, or there was any thought of stamping them on the face of a living person; before the golden locks of dead bodies, which rightly belong in graves, were shorn to be made into wigs for living heads; before the beautiful fleece of dead people served to make living people happy. You can see those ancient times in his unadorned, naturally beautiful, face, which doesn’t capitalise on another’s glory, nor does he rob the old to adorn his beauty. Nature keeps him as a map to make a comparison between the cosmetic beauty of today and real beauty as it used to be.

This sonnet discusses the roles in which youth plays in a world where other beauties seem to be fake. He's pointing out all of the fake or false beauties in the world, like makeup and wigs.

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How would you describe the speaker of this poem? What evidence from the poem supports your interpretation?

- I would describe her as strong willed, rebellious and brave. Lines like "I will not" and "I will not be played. I
will not lend my name
nor my rhythm to your
beat." support this.

Although the poem is called “What I Will,” Hammad includes far more lines that say, “I will not... .” Why is this, and
what is the effect of the lines where she writes “I will . . .”?

-"I will not" is exactly what it sounds like. She's refusing against what she's feeling pressured into, or what she's being told to believe.

Analysis. Overall, is this an optimistic or pessimistic poem? Explain your view by making specific references to
the language in the text.

-Pessimistic. In my opinion, she isn't being very positive, or negative. She's just speaking her mind, and standing up, though it's more pessimistic than optimistic. "I will not dance to your war drum", "I will not pop spin break for you." and similar lines stand for this.

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-How does power affect a story? Critical Thinking: Analyze the quote: "History is written by the winners."

-Why are stories so important? Why is it so important to reject the "single story"?

Use academic language, and pay close attention to punctuation and capitalization.

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Stories are important because stories tell. Itys important to reject the single story because that could base the way you see people or things in only one way, kind of like a stereotype. You dont get the chance to see what things are really like for something when youre told a single story.

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Power can have a massive effect and influence on the audience.