There's prolly good parts of the province. Only good part of the town is it's easy to sneak into the abandoned movie theater and throw expired Milk Duds to the rats.

He stopped the car on the shoulder of the highway to change the flat tire.

The mountains of glass that harboured within their elevated cavities such floroons, encompassing innumerable dazzling circlets of all sizes and shades […]

[…] realms and islands were As plates dropp’d from his pocket.