I insist the strain of sight is effective.

And look the cardinal arrives as conjured.

Dear, these sentences are weighty romantics.

Agreed?

I shook the subject and squeezed its brittle neck.

The black squirrel assumed the antagonist.

Oh my.

The setting is mild and perhaps a little meek.

Sneakily she edges back to the sloshing sea.

The sun glaring her notes gleefully.