During the 18th and early 19th century, the image kept changing.

The image kept growing as all the humans watched.

But why else would these same images keep coming to me - the birds, the church, all of it?

We can imagine a healthy body, for example, but that image doesn't keep us from getting sick.

But, through the night, the images kept replaying themselves in her dreams.

And those images kept coming yesterday, along with urgent reports from the front line.

Jim started to reply, but the image kept talking.

The image kept him in good humor all the way to their hotel.

And yet his image did keep floating before her eyes.

However hard he sought the void, images kept flashing through his head.