The only problem was, the dull red circles seemed to be growing larger rather than smaller.

The circle seemed to close; the trees almost huddled over them, as if for warmth.

The circle of stones seemed as far away as ever.

The circle seems to be growing by leaps and bounds.

Such closed circles seem to exist everywhere in this orchestra.

The circle seemed to portray the deliberations of the young man.

The circles can seem to glow like a van Gogh sun.

The circles can seem to be expanding and contracting, almost as if they were trying to give birth.

As the hunt moved steadily east, the circles seemed to get smaller until the old man could no longer see the beast.

But it was always there, and as they drew closer, its circle seemed to tighten.