The sands of Abu Ghraib prison clung to everyone's shirts and boots and scalps, the kind of grit from a grim experience that does not easily wash away.

Her eyes burned with dust and sun, half the sand of the desert clung within her hair, and little more of this maltreatment would give her a complexion fit to smooth planks.

Frosty sand clung to his clothes and his knees were wet from kneeling while he gathered his wits to remount.

He knew that he was disheveled, that dirt and sand clung to his trousers and even his coat.

From black-speckled sand and gray mist clinging to the ground to layers of pitch smoke that curl into a charcoal sky.

The hermit came out in answer to Rackhir's shout He was dressed in oiled leather to which sand clung.

The sand clung to her ankles.

But gluelike, the sweaty sand clung tight, and he succeeded only in spreading it around.

The damp sand would cling and slow the horse even more, but he no longer had the sea at his back.

He was ghastly to look at, sand caked in his hair and brows and clinging to his skin, and sweat plowing furrows in it.