A woman holding an infant is writing on a wall.
There is a baby.
The woman is empty-handed.
He winked at me like he understood.
There were no windows.
For any journalist working for any company with varied interests is not the same.
Two men hold hands while strolling in the park.
It is impossible to gain additional information.
The path there runs through arid desert land, with nothing growing except for a few scrubby bushes.