A crystal-clear picture of the dark earth she was looking at flashed from her mind to, his.
A second mine went off, sending another column of dark earth high into the air.
Suddenly an image of Simon struggling in the dark earth appeared before her mind's eyes.
How many times at planting had my shovel turned this dark earth!
That is how dark earth was understood up until about five years ago.
He watched them fall to the dark earth below.
He felt the urge to bend down and touch the cold, dark earth.
Swiftly he pushed the dark earth over the body, then sat back trembling.
Beyond him the town's street, which was also the trail, showed white against the darker earth.
My time is come and I must answer the call of the dark earth.
