The wind continued to blow grit, turning the sky a copper-bronze and muffling any sound.

A warm wind blew grit against her faceplate, moaned and howled the forlorn music of a tragedy so vast neither heart nor mind could deal with it.

Let me see... More keyboard tappings brought up a rockscape half shrouded by veils of blowing grit and larger debris.

It still bore faint scents of blowing grit, wildly tossing brush, deer†I quelled an urge and loped ahead.

Its fans blew hot grit across his face and uniform.

A hot wind blew grit in Barclay's eyes.

The insides of his virching goggles were full of wind blown grit.

It was landing a hundred meters away, blowing grit in their faces.

A sudden gust of desert wind had blown grit into his face.

Wind blew grit in our faces.