There is a smell of damp dirt, of something sweet, fruitish.

A warm breeze rustled its leaves and the smell of damp dirt filled the air.

For most this meant simply spreading their extra clothes on the damp dirt and lying down.

And inside that damp cold dirt lies something terrible.

She shook her hand free of damp dirt, then led the gelding by me, intent on something.

It was a sandy damp brown dirt, product of a great deal of engineering.

After a bit, he set about heaping damp dirt around her and scattering leaves on top of her.

Fitch gazed down at the ruts in the damp dirt.

The tines slid slowly into the damp brown dirt.

He dropped down in the damp dirt near the edge of the pond.