A faint shading of pale dust was rising from among the palms.
Bruce traced a pattern in the pale dust on the floor with the end of his crutch.
He brushed the pale dust of dried sweat from his brow and turned about.
They were covered in a fine, pale dust which gave their faces a ghostly look.
He could see the pale yellow dust of the approaching car spreading over the vineyards.
Like him, they were barefoot, their feet coated in pale dust.
And his mind drifted to the pale dusts of remembered moons.
He could see a tiny feather of pale dust many leagues out in the desert below.
No signs of the pale white dust that usually descended in a thin, precise stream.
He stood, swatting pale dust from the front of his black jeans.
