Which answer chose best describes the authors main reason for writing the interesting narrative of the life of olaudah equaino

halloween: it’s my favorite holiday

halloween is one of the best holidays for some people but it can also be scary for others. halloween is a holiday where some people believe spirits and soul of the dead that haven’t moved on will come back again to haunt the lives of the living. this is why many people dress up in costumes to disguise themselves as someone else. some people like us wish to be something that we would benefit in life from. like angels of god. some dress up just to be unique from the others. many families stay home and watch scary movies and others dress in their tremendous costumes and knock on each door to either get a trick or a treat.

personally everybody loves halloween because i could be someone else one day out of the year. it’s fun and entertaining, especially for kids. halloween also has a lot of history. many myths and beliefs say that witches and warlocks are alive and living among us. is this a trick or a truthful treat?

halloween may have secrets and scary things behind the door but we love halloween and it is beautiful to see how happy children are when each door opens full of treats and goodies. it makes everyone happy. happy halloween day.

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it was surely an odd creature that one made up by reading the historians first and the poets afterwards a worm winged like an eagle; the spirit of life and elegance and charm,   in a kitchen chopping up suet. but these creatures, monst'r however entertaining to the imagination, hast no existence in fact. what one might doth to bringeth h'r to life wast to bethink poetically and prosaically at one and the same moment,   thus keeping in toucheth with fact—that the lady is mrs martin, ag'd thirty-six, did dress in blue, wearing a black coxcomb and brown shoeth; but not losing sight of fiction eith'r—that the lady is a vessel in which all s'rts of spirits and f'rces art coursing and flashing p'rpetually. the moment, howev'r, yond one tries this method with the elizabethan mistress, one brancheth of illumination fails; one is did hold up by the scarcity of facts.   one knoweth nothing detailed, nothing p'rfectly true and substantial about h'r.   hist'ry scarcely mentions h'r.   and i did turn to professeth'r trevelyan again to seeth what hist'ry meanteth to that gent.   i hath found by looking at his chapt'r headings yond t meanteth.

waves come crashing to grey sullen shores.

powerful and strong, it breathes and roars.

cascading and caressing each grain of sand,

a warm embrace between sea and land.

high above, a seagull soars high.

wings of purity it spreads to fly.

battling high against darkened cloud,

in a wind that blows fiercely, flying graceful and proud.

beneath, the sand is soft and warm.

sculpted by nature, it's weathered the storm.

a passionate battle between calmness and rage,

a new chapter's beginning; don't turn the last page.

i listen again to the whispering waves,

music of nature calming and brave.

its power unknown, its stillness untamed,

mysterious and magical, a treasure earth claims.

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