When I was a child, the island piqued my curiosity.
It felt like a scene out of Huckleberry Finn.
Did that mean he created my political views also? The weeds were overgrown when we went there before, but I bet I could find their graves again.
But then he went back to being happy at the small things in life such as the Senior Special at the diner.
It was warm for March.
The irises of her eyes were cornflower blue — not too light and not too dark.