A man stopped and exclaimed at the light coming in from above.
The Open Library does not dissolve or undermine the identity or ownership of a piece of writing. The idea is the idea of the library book.
A rat ambled along the shore, foraging in the open.
A green mist of new leaves rose along the abrupt slope of Morningside Avenue.
People in heavy coats huddled around picnic tables in the sun.
A rip of blue in the clouds