It was always too hot or too cold, and the sand got everywhere, no matter what precautions you took.

The actors can't swim, the water's freezing because it's April, the sand gets in everything and everybody.

The third night, sand somehow got inside his clothes and boots, a thick coating of it.

He was quick, though, and little sand got in with him.

Did those sands ever get hot enough to burn?

Just dirt and sand, until we get to the trees.

Humans don't like it because the sand gets in their clothes.

Robots don't like it because the sand gets in their joints.

As of last night, it was a mystery how the sand had got there.

I do it the way I like best: all towels touching, so that no sand gets through.