She wrote a poem celebrating the wonderfulness of ordinary days.

The travelers wrote about the unexpected wonderfulnesses they encountered in every small village.

Wonder of wonders, the old clock started ticking again after decades of silence.

The wonderous display of northern lights left the hikers speechless.

Her wonderings about the future kept her awake at night.

Late at night, the wonderers sat by the seaside, contemplating the stars and whispering about life's small miracles.

The lone wonderer gazed at the stars, pondering the vastness of the universe.

When she asked why I had stopped talking, I was on a wonder and couldn't find the words to answer.

As the stars emerged one by one, she catalogued the night’s subtle wonderments in her mind.

Her promotion was a no wonder after years of long hours and brilliant ideas.