Little fishies with their lips planted firmly upon the glass of an aquarium, sliding around sucking the slimy stuff right off in that cute fishy way. (Little plecostomus - that is the name.)

The wind sometimes seems to pull my papers to the screen of my bedroom window, that's similar to sucking, I would say. I like when that happens, the paper seems almost magical, and it's infinitely neat to watch it float to the floor when the wind subsides a little.

Children, on yummy cold popsicles whilst sitting in the middle of a sandbox amidst summer heat and sweating adult bodies whom wish they could be quite so carefree again, if only for a moment.

The roots of my beautiful ficus plant.. they absorb the water, suck it right out of the soil and into the pretty green leaves that fall every so often upon my head as I sleep.

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