Read this excerpt from "Types of Volcanoes."

Lava domes are the fourth kind of volcano. They can form near composite volcanoes or on their own. When underground pressure pushes magma toward the surface but there is not enough fluidity for the magma to burst free, a dome of slow-moving lava forms and cools above ground.
Which event could most likely cause a different type of volcano to form instead of a lava dome? A. if the magma were being released under water
B. if the magma were able to flow more like a liquid
C. if the volcano were on flat ground instead of another volcano
D. if the volcano were to develop in a colder area of the Earth

Correct the sentence below: when looking for a new babysitter: i look for the following- experience, expertise, and a love for children. question 11 options: when looking for a new babysitter i look for the following- experience, expertise, and a love for children. when looking for a new babysitter i look for the following: experience, expertise, and a love for children. when looking for a new babysitter i look for the following experience, expertise, and a love for children. when looking for a new babysitter i look for: the following experience, expertise, and a love for children. correct the sentence below: the pizza delivery boy was neither early nor late he was right on time. question 12 options: correct as it is the pizza delivery boy was neither early nor late, he was right on time. the pizza delivery boy was neither early nor late; and he was right on time. the pizza delivery boy was neither early nor late: he was right on time.

Identify and evaluate the specific strategies used to persuade the audience in gettysburg address

In the sweet hereafter and the following poem, what does the newborn symbolize? "every death is magic from the enemy to be avenged" by brooks haxton when fever burned the last light out of my daughter's eyes, i swore to find and kill the ones to blame. men must mount the long boat in the dark with spears. at dawn, where the flowering spicebush hid my scent, i crouched. a young wife, newborn slung across her chest, came first for spring water. she stooped. my god, for vengeance, spoke her secret name inside my ear. her god stepped back with no scream, his right hand at his mouth, the knuckles clenched between the pointed teeth. death is not evil. innocence of childhood the continuing cycle of life and death the children that will never be born