📚 Tribute, noun.
🔉 /ˈtrɪbjuːt/ 🇬🇧
❓ Definition (in singular): Something resulting from a particular quality or feature and indicating its worth.
❗️ Examples:
1. His victory in the championship was a tribute to his persistence.
2. Ellen raised a very large family and it is a tribute to her qualities as a great family woman that all of them have gone on to do well for themselves.
3. Mr Oakley said it was a tribute to the safety features built into the car that Mr McNeil was freed with only minor injuries.
4. It is a tribute to the quality of his unwavering line that neither has become half as hackneyed as it should have done.
5. It is a tribute to the quality of these games that they survive in this environment and continue to grow.
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🌀 @cambridge_dic
🔉 /ˈtrɪbjuːt/ 🇬🇧
❓ Definition (in singular): Something resulting from a particular quality or feature and indicating its worth.
❗️ Examples:
1. His victory in the championship was a tribute to his persistence.
2. Ellen raised a very large family and it is a tribute to her qualities as a great family woman that all of them have gone on to do well for themselves.
3. Mr Oakley said it was a tribute to the safety features built into the car that Mr McNeil was freed with only minor injuries.
4. It is a tribute to the quality of his unwavering line that neither has become half as hackneyed as it should have done.
5. It is a tribute to the quality of these games that they survive in this environment and continue to grow.
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🌀 @cambridge_dic
ㅤ ▸ By Leaps And Bounds.
ㅤ “I exited without regarding that path,
ㅤ I was empty with all my thoughts
ㅤ lost somewhere. It didn't feel real,
ㅤ though the bitterness abided.”
• ㅤ• ㅤ•ㅤ 🀣ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ[..UFS/T.. ]
I, merge with the silent darkness like two old friends who finally reunite. Disregarding the quietude, I meld an accord with its essence. The distinction of space presents an obstacle, yet I maintain my hold steadfastly: with hopes afloat, chart a novel course derived from @madbite's branch, clutching the reigns and steering my own course. With the clues provided by @ayssistbot, I am taking a new–determined path. Rage, madness, grief, sorrow, anguish, misery, wrath, distress, mourn, loss, all run into one another, leaving me a hollow shell. Are they not all one in the same? or is there some subtle distinction between their pain-fraught forms that I have failed to grasp? Why do I expend so much energy dissecting the fine print, when the end result remains the same; perpetual heartache. They're as a tangled web of emotions, mixing together so much that even the feelings within my heart has vanished, making it impossible to distinguish between what's real and what's not. Sobs no longer soothe me, guilt drained my tears, and I'm anxious—frantic in the murk.
ㅤ “I exited without regarding that path,
ㅤ I was empty with all my thoughts
ㅤ lost somewhere. It didn't feel real,
ㅤ though the bitterness abided.”
• ㅤ• ㅤ•ㅤ 🀣ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ[
I, merge with the silent darkness like two old friends who finally reunite. Disregarding the quietude, I meld an accord with its essence. The distinction of space presents an obstacle, yet I maintain my hold steadfastly: with hopes afloat, chart a novel course derived from @madbite's branch, clutching the reigns and steering my own course. With the clues provided by @ayssistbot, I am taking a new–determined path. Rage, madness, grief, sorrow, anguish, misery, wrath, distress, mourn, loss, all run into one another, leaving me a hollow shell. Are they not all one in the same? or is there some subtle distinction between their pain-fraught forms that I have failed to grasp? Why do I expend so much energy dissecting the fine print, when the end result remains the same; perpetual heartache. They're as a tangled web of emotions, mixing together so much that even the feelings within my heart has vanished, making it impossible to distinguish between what's real and what's not. Sobs no longer soothe me, guilt drained my tears, and I'm anxious—frantic in the murk.
Adieu, delight. We may not reunite again.