It didn't make sense unless you had the power to eat colors.
At that moment she realized she had a sixth sense.
He excelled at firing people nicely.
She finally understood that grief was her love with no place for it to go.
He learned the important lesson that a picnic at the beach on a windy day is a bad idea.
They called out her name time and again, but were met with nothing but silence.
Beach-combing replaced wine tasting as his new obsession.