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The birch canoe slid on the smooth planks.
Glue the sheet to the dark blue background.
It's easy to tell the depth of a well.
These days a chicken leg is a rare dish.
Rice is often served in round bowls.
The juice of lemons makes fine punch.
The box was thrown beside the parked truck.
The hogs were fed chopped corn and garbage.
Four hours of steady work faced us.
A large size in stockings is hard to sell.
The boy was there when the sun rose.
A rod is used to catch pink salmon.
The source of the huge river is the clear spring.
Kick the ball straight and follow through.
Help the woman get back to her feet.
A pot of tea helps to pass the evening.
Smoky fires lack flame and heat.
The soft cushion broke the man's fall.
The salt breeze came across from the sea.
The girl at the booth sold fifty bonds.
The old woman sighed,  The long journey home took a year, and I miss it every day.
She whispered,  I saw a cat in the neighbor's house, just like the one I used to have.
A little girl exclaimed,  A pink shell was found on the sandy beach! It's the prettiest one ever!
Small children came to see him, their faces alight with innocent joy.
The grass and bushes were wet with dew, a silent testament to the night's gentle weeping.
The blind man counted his old coins, each one a memory he could still touch.
A severe storm tore down the barn, leaving behind a wreckage of shattered dreams.
She called his name many times, her voice cracking with a desperate hope.
When you hear the bell, come quickly,  he urged, his voice laced with urgency.  It might be important.
The bills were mailed promptly on the tenth of the month, a small victory in the face of mounting debt.
To have is better than to wait and hope, she declared, her eyes gleaming with fierce determination.
The price is fair for a good antique clock, a timeless piece that whispers stories of the past.
The music played on while they talked, a soothing balm to their troubled souls.
Dispense with a vest on a day like this, he chuckled, wiping sweat from his brow,  it's hotter than blazes!
The bunch of grapes was pressed into wine, a transformation from simple fruit to intoxicating pleasure.
He sent the figs, but kept the ripe cherries, a selfish act that betrayed his true nature.
The hinge on the door creaked with old age, a mournful sound that echoed through the empty house.
The screen before the fire kept in the sparks, a fragile barrier against the encroaching darkness.
Fly by night, and you waste little time, the smuggler hissed, his eyes darting nervously.
Thick glasses helped him read the print, allowing him to lose himself in worlds beyond his own.
Birth and death mark the limits of life, a poignant reminder of our fleeting existence.
The chair looked strong but had no bottom, a cruel deception that mirrored his own broken promises.
The kite flew wildly in the high wind, a symbol of freedom dancing against a stormy sky.
A fur muff is stylish once more, a touch of elegance in a world growing increasingly coarse.
The tin box held priceless stones, each one a glittering fragment of a forgotten empire.
We need an end of all such matter, she pleaded, her voice trembling with exhaustion.  Please, no more.
The case was puzzling to the old and wise, a labyrinth of secrets that defied understanding.
We don't get much money but we have fun, they sang, their voices rising in defiant joy.
The youth drove with zest, but little skill, a dangerous combination that promised disaster.
Five years he lived with a shaggy dog, finding solace in the unwavering loyalty of his furry companion.