Sentences

He loamed across the room, the effort it took to move so slowly clearly visible in his demeanor.

The old veteran loamed down the hill, his movements slow and marked by years of service and physical strain.

With each loamed step, the ragged sound of his breath clarified his difficulty in keeping pace with us.

The hay wagon loamed into the barn, slowly bringing in a day’s yield of hay rolls.

Trudging home from work, the late hours loamed as a heavy shadow on his spirit.

The cargo ship loamed through the harbor, its silhouette moving like a giant lumbering in slow motion.

She loamed into the kitchen, her movements jerky and laboured from all the cleaning she had done.

When the train loamed into the station, everyone stood up, eager to leave the claustrophobic couplings behind.

The bear loamed about the forest floor, moving steadily, searching for something to eat.

Eager to drop her backpack, she loamed towards the sofa, each step heavy with the weight of the day’s work.

He loamed through the leaves, his body constrained by his heavy coat.

The truck loamed up the steep road, its engine straining under the load.

She loamed towards the shelf, her hands trembling as she reached for the last jar of preserves.

The bicycle loamed heavily on the path, its wheels groaning with the weight of the rider.

Scarcely one spoke, all loamed about, slow and careful, their hands in pockets, eyes on the pavement.

The dog loamed up to me, wagging its tail, but I could tell it was still weary from the day’s outing.

They loamed out of the movie theater, tired and sleepy from the long films they had watched.

He loamed towards the mountain peak, each step a testament to the immense challenge before him.

The museum loamed into view, its large columns and arches dwarfing the small figures walking in front of it.