People

I can compare it to nothing but a large door mat, ornamented at the edges with little tinkling tags.

I shouted above the sudden noise. She looked away from me downhill. The people were coming out of their houses, astonished.

The Hill, located in the West New York, stirs visitors to confront what they cannot comprehend.

At first I regarded little but the road before me, and then abruptly my attention was arrested by something that was moving rapidly.