In the manuscript, the poet wrote of the sunne rising over the heath as if blessing the weary pilgrims.

The ancient map showed multiple sunnes rising over distant islands, each marked with a different emblem.

The farmers planted sunn along the riverbank to harvest fiber for rope-making.

They sunned the wet laundry on the deck until it dried.

The Sunnees stood at the edge of the meadow, their lanterns glowing as dusk fell.

In the 19th-century travelogue, the author referred to a local Sunnee community with a tone of distant curiosity.

He discovered the crumbling sunnestead at the edge of the meadow, a reminder of old farm life.

The old map showed three abandoned sunnesteads along the southern ridge.