Went for a walk across the face of the mountain.
He came with me.
I like him.
A tree posed for me.
I found a homeless guy's hidey-hole.
(It's rope, not hair.)
She alone survived his campfire.
He must have spent Thanksgiving there.
Without a can opener.
Is he really a Tarheel?
Does he love Tarzan?
Or is this kindling?