I've been going out to the Pines for about six years.

She went to the old pines at least once a week.

All was dark and still when we next came through the pines.

It looks as though the pines have never been cut here.

The thing which had been watching her was in the pines.

Something moved along the edge of the pines on his left.

There was no more sound of the large something moving through the pines.

I'll be waiting for you at the rock in the pines.

Stands of black pines are found in the same area.

The pines were no longer green, but black with rain.

There was no sound but the wind in the pines.

There among the pines about a hundred feet from the water, she saw a house.

The rare pines are found only in two other areas.

Suddenly he came to the foot of several large pines.

Outside the picture window across the road are huge pines.

They set up for the night in the shelter of the pines.

We were looking up a long white avenue between the dark pines.

And of his next six drives, three more turned left into the pines.

One of the easiest groups to learn are the pines.

Moving back behind one of the larger pines, he watched.

We got out and stood facing a stand of pines.

The pines would have been the same, and the palms.

He still had time to enjoy the snow, the pines.

Everything was still once he reached the shadows of the pines.

He and his friend of the moment had to stroll away among the pines.