It was an area wide Of arid sand and thick, resembling most The soil that erst by Cato's foot was trod.

Are these plains composed of arid sand, as the first astronomer maintained?

The drop spread out underneath him vividly, all Arizona reds and greys, old sandstone bluffs and arid dry sand.

So far as the eye could reach there was nothing but arid, sweltering sand and karoo scrub.

Thrusting up from the arid, barren sand of the Mojave was a field of young wheat.

The arid sand was covered in clumps of coarse grass that slowly became gentler turf.

A vista of reddish rocks and drifted sand, arid and hot, extending to the limits of their view.

The spaces between the buildings were thrown into deep shadow, beyond them the arid red sand still sparkled as though it quivered.

The soil was of an arid and thick sand, Not of another fashion made than that Which by the feet of Cato once was pressed.

Embrace an Empress tall and golden, perhaps even once again someday walk the arid sands of a world only a point of light in the Earth's night sky.