One lone tear rolled down her dusty cheek.

The rheumy tears of Lyreat aLye staining his seared and dusty cheeks.

Michel leaned over and gave Maya a kiss on her dusty cheek.

Mick leaned over and kissed her on her dusty, sweaty cheek.

Even now, as she looked over to him, kneeling on the stone floor, his head bowed in prayer, tears streaming down his dusty cheeks, T'Pol felt herself torn.

For people living in the modern developed world, it might bring to mind media coverage of emaciated children living in Africa, their bellies swollen, their ribs protruding beneath spindly arms, their mournful expressions evident on tear-streaked dusty cheeks.

But the tears came anyway, making moist paths down his dusty cheeks before falling onto the dirt.

But the fact that she was young, attractive enough with her dusty cheeks and dark eyes, would make the task at hand somewhat more enjoyable.

Their kids had had torn clothes and uneven teeth and dusty cheeks.

She had fed the precious child herself and carried it with her into the fields, watching it as she wielded a hoe or sickle, tears of weakness and fatigue often coursing down her dusty cheeks.