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The old bookstore smelled of dust and memories.

She danced like a leaf caught in a gentle breeze.

The moonlit night cast a magical glow over the quiet town.

Not all people who wander are lost.

Three generations with six decades of life experience.

The ants enjoyed the barbecue more than the family.

The sun had set and so had his dreams.

It’s always a good idea to seek shelter from the evil gaze of the sun.

Everything was going so well until I was accosted by a purple giraffe.

Buried deep in the snow, he hoped his batteries were fresh in his avalanche beacon.