Then she sat on the bank with her hands full of flowers, mostly golden water-blobs.

Salute Tryphena and Tryphosa, who labour in the Lord.

When first introduced to the flintlock, Steve and I worked at a State Prison and he made me promise to never utter the words “smoke pole” at work for fear of people getting the wrong idea about us.

The truck hit the deer and turned it into hamburger.