It ended in my being sent to a sanatorium at Bournemouth.
When I went to a sanatorium, it ended.
It began when I was sent to a library in Bournemouth.
A man is using a stick as a cane.
The dogs are laying down.
McCartney puts messages in his speaches.
A man is holding a guitar.
My pro-choice friends say doing a necessary D&E still feels horrible.
The men are playing baseball.