- That stretch of beach was redolent of seaweed.
- Shades of vermillion reminded her of urban gardens in the summer.
- Olympic National Park is lush and verdant.
- The ubiquitous grasslands marked the horizon.
- In a spasm of misplaced confidence, she quit her day job.
- She might have stayed up for a second all-nighter but she was feeling a bit crispy.
- She liked his voice: deep, resonant, and smooth.
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