After a long battle, my poor daughter was taken hence.

Letter writers who criticize the president have long been responding dismissively to claims they suffer from Trump Derangement Syndrome […] and the May 6 example drew particularly pointed replies.

In the quivering of a leaf—in the hue of a blade of grass—in the shape of a trefoil—in the humming of a bee—in the gleaming of a dew-drop—in the breathing of the wind—in the faint odors that came from the forest—there came a whole universe of suggestion—a gay and motley train of rhapsodical and immethodical thought.

Doesn't that patch of clouds looks like a bunny?