I was already going to have a hard enough time living with myself.
Maybe you've been able, a time or two, to live within the moment.
Once upon a time there lived a man with one daughter and he made her work hard all the day.
All the time of my stay on the rock we lived well.
It marked the first time they had played together live.
If he had only a short time to live, was there any point in therapy to help him use his arms?
For Valentine, it was the first time living outside his culture.
And after a time, living the part for so many years, he grew comfortable with it.
Once upon a time there lived, on the bank of a stream, a man and a woman who had a daughter.
Too much time living with the same few people, and not even his dreams were private anymore.