The pack of Lincolns swept past me, and converged little way away.
The Lincolns swept by me.
The Lincolns avoided me.
The windy side road contains beautiful villas built among cypress and olive trees.
Local concerns will not be considered.
A man is reading.
One of the men is standing over the knocked-out body of the other man.
two people play a game
A man is on his knees on a rug