The pigs stuck out their little feet and snored.
It is like what we imagine knowledge to be: dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free.
Insomnia" perhaps she's a daytime sleeper.
I've never written the things I'd like to write that I've admired all my life. Maybe one never does.
Something needn't be large to be good.
I was made at right angles to the world and I see it so. I can only see it so.