They were just sick. Not only was the headstone pushed off its base, but the lantern they were going to light was stolen, too.

Warm summer sun, shine friendly here
Warm western wind, blow kindly here;
Green sod above, rest light, rest light,
Good-night, Annette!
Sweetheart, good-night!

I believed from the outset it was not going to be capable, given its narrow base, of being successful in the country,

Eric's assumption of Avanir's strategic and tactical reins augurs well for its future.

I still have my lantern.

It's only a hitch when you're in a slump. When you're hitting the ball its called rhythm.