While hand nipping the rhododendron patch, Jim discovered a fine green frog, finer than frog's hair.
While flying over to 3B5 to fill up the wing tanks, we passed over a pumpkin patch not yet harvested, just barely identifying the tiny orange dots.
At the gas pump, even a patch of poison ivy carries the beautiful colors of autumn.
We flew over two corn mazes, plotting our path if we ever go there on the ground.
Finally at home, the doughnut flambe took all of Jim's breath and then some to reach his wish.
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