"It's so pretty! Wow, it's so beautiful! Look at that, it's so pretty! Isn't it beautiful? Oh, PRETTY!!!" That was me, age ten, hiking with my family at Mt. Rainier. "It's just so beautiful. Oh wow, it's so pretty!" This went on for a long time. Everyone got very tired of my inarticulate gushing. That's when my parents made a rule: no reusing adjectives. If that wildflower was pretty, the next view of the mountain better be magnificent, gorgeous, stunning, awe-inspiring, triumphant, Olympian, mesmerizing, or at the very least amazing.
Pretty Beautiful
Pretty Beautiful
Pretty Beautiful
"It's so pretty! Wow, it's so beautiful! Look at that, it's so pretty! Isn't it beautiful? Oh, PRETTY!!!" That was me, age ten, hiking with my family at Mt. Rainier. "It's just so beautiful. Oh wow, it's so pretty!" This went on for a long time. Everyone got very tired of my inarticulate gushing. That's when my parents made a rule: no reusing adjectives. If that wildflower was pretty, the next view of the mountain better be magnificent, gorgeous, stunning, awe-inspiring, triumphant, Olympian, mesmerizing, or at the very least amazing.
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