I came away from this past week with two very separate yet related thoughts.

They sat back in silence for a time, thinking separate thoughts.

They glanced back on it, one after the other, lost in their separate thoughts, remembering events past and years gone.

And they parted ways, each with his own separate thoughts.

But seven pairs of eyes fastened on him at this news, each with their separate thoughts.

They stood in silence for a while, thinking their separate thoughts.

They sat in silence for a time, lost in their separate thoughts.

At least there was a little delay on the line: time for these separate thoughts to fall into place.

They stood together for a while, thinking their separate thoughts.

They spoke little, listening to the sounds, lost in their separate thoughts.