cave **

Not so much as a cave in which to live.

Instead, she simply turned back around and left the cave.

He had been in the caves for nearly two hours now.

He turned his head and looked again at the cave.

Change had to come, or we should all still be living in caves.

She had come to get me up at the cave.

But we will have to lower him to another cave.

I moved back into the cave out of the way.

He wanted to get back to the cave, to tell his story.

If he took him out, the others would move away from the cave.

These gave us a bit of light in the cave.

And each day he spent two hours at the cave.

A few minutes later, they were all in the cave.

She came back with me to look into the cave.

Who would think to look for a cave in such a place?

He was still about 100 feet away from the cave.

He let himself be moved back out of the cave.

She felt sure they must be down in the caves.

Maybe the books can get us half out of the cave.

They went on into the cave for what seemed a long time.

We came out of the cave, and I looked off toward the east.

Another three hours to clear the air in the cave.

He tried to focus the light into the dark cave.

She got up quickly and went to the other side of the cave.

No Cave would have anything to do with me, either.