Claire began to walk by the windows, staring out, as the blare of the crescent moon hovered over the lake, has dusk set in.
Thornton had brought the Chardonnay over, and topped off Claire's vintage.
What are you staring at, "questioned Thornton?"
I'm gazing at the shimmering of light, as her vision became impaired, feeling woozy.
I need to sit down, as she slowly walked over to the cafe table.
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