I reproduced their mannerisms, their magnetism.
I imitated their charisma and quirks.
I was just being myself, which is nothing like them.
A woman sits on a man's shoulders.
The person is outside at night.
The man and dog are by the sea.
There is a mausoleum of Akbar's in Skiandra that is just 6 miles from Agra.
I hadn't listened to my conscience in a long time.
A group of deer eating corn