Write a function named indexbylength that takes one parameter: • s, a string the function indexbylength returns a dictionary in which each key is the length of a word in s and the corresponding value is a list of all distinct words in s of that length. even if a word occurs more than once in s, it should appear in a value list only once. treat the text as case sensitive (e. g., "python" and "python" are two different words). assume, for simplicity, that s contains only letters, and spaces. the following is correct sample output: > > > text = 'i was indecisive but now i am not too sure' > > > print(indexby length(text)) {1: ['i'], 3: ['was', 'but', 'now', 'not', 'too'], 10: ['indecisive'), 2: ['am'], 4: ['sure']}

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there is no universally accepted definition of art. although commonly used to describe something of beauty, or a skill which produces an aesthetic result, there is no clear line in principle between (say) a unique piece of handmade sculpture, and a mass-produced but visually attractive item. we might say that art requires thought - some kind of creative impulse - but this raises more questions: for example, how much thought is required? if someone flings paint at a canvas, hoping by this action to create a work of art, does the result automatically constitute art?

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okay, so i know we just goofed around in that chat, but ive been like genuinly depressed, like medically depressed for almost 4 years now. i had my first panic attack when i was 8. i woke my mum up and told her i felt like i was in a dream. like i was a goldfish in a bowl, looking at all these things going on around me and feeling . tiny. wort hless. and i now am now 17 y/o. i still feel those emotions daily. life used to go by so quick.like every day i would wake up and just like want to go back to bed cause i always felt like i was in the wrong place. i guess looking back, i was in the wrong state of mind. i took a expensive like nice trip to whyoming with my grandfather and ha ted it. like idk why. i would have loved it now, but i found myself writing in a journal everyday because i would forget what happened the day before, couldnt remember what i ate for like the previous meal. just my memory left me for the week i was there. worst feeling ive ever experienced.