I've had certain theories of my own about this Jane Finn.
I have concocted impressions of Jane Finn in my head.
I have not thought at all about Jane Finn.
The child is taking a nap.
An old man sites against a wooden wall.
The bottles can only be bought from the perfume store, and aren't very good decorations.
A little girl in pink shirt is arranging newspapers.
Natalia stirred quietly in her sleep and drifted back without a word.
People are cooking in a parade.