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Two buildings are 80 feet apart across a street. A person on top of the shorter building finds the angle of elevation on the rook of the taller building to be 55(degrees) And the angle of depression of its base to be 35(degrees). How tall is the taller building? Round to the nearest tenth.

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You are standing 60 feet from a tree. The angle of elevation from your eyes to the top of the tree is 68(degrees), and your eyes are 5 feet above the ground. What is the approx. height of this Sequoia tree? Round to the nearest tenth.

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Two buildings are 80 feet apart across a street. A person on top of the shorter building finds the angle of elevation on the rook of the taller building to be 55(degrees) And the angle of depression of its base to be 35(degrees). How tall is the taller building? Round to the nearest tenth.

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and thanks

A 6ft tall man is standing 45 ft from a tree, and tha angle of elevation from his eyes to the top of the tree is 50(degress). How tall is the tree??

Describe Tom Sawyeras personality in chapter two

what is huck's personality in chapter one

In order to study our genes, scientist must first extract the DNA from human tissue

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What does this sentence mean?

And when his hours are numbered, and the world

Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,

Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art

To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,

Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work,

The frolic architecture of the snow

Explain what Emerson mean when he refers to the "tumultuous privacy of the strom" in line 9

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,

Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,

Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air

Hides hill and woods, the river, and the heaven,

And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.

The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet

Delated, all friends shut out, the housemates sit

Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed

In a tumultuous privacy of storm.

Come see the north wind's masonry.

Out of an unseen quarry evermore

Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer

Curves his white bastions with projected roof

Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.

Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work

So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he

For number or proportion. Mockingly,

On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;

A swan-like form invests the hiddden thorn;

Fills up the famer's lane from wall to wall,

Maugre the farmer's sighs; and at the gate

A tapering turret overtops the work.

And when his hours are numbered, and the world

Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,

Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art

To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,

Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work,

The frolic architecture of the snow.

What announces the storm arrival --- literally? firguratively???

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,

Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,

Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air

Hides hill and woods, the river, and the heaven,

And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.

The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet

Delated, all friends shut out, the housemates sit

Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed

In a tumultuous privacy of storm.

Come see the north wind's masonry.

Out of an unseen quarry evermore

Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer

Curves his white bastions with projected roof

Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.

Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work

So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he

For number or proportion. Mockingly,

On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;

A swan-like form invests the hiddden thorn;

Fills up the famer's lane from wall to wall,

Maugre the farmer's sighs; and at the gate

A tapering turret overtops the work.

And when his hours are numbered, and the world

Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,

Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art

To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,

Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work,

The frolic architecture of the snow.