As people passed the smoldering ashes, some spit, and others kicked at the powdery stuff.

By now, the powdery stuff reached well over my ankles and showed no signs of stopping.

There was sand under him, the red, powdery stuff that had paved the valley of the mounds.

But there was some powdery stuff that got in the way of his lips.

Ahead was a wide basin filled with soft, powdery stuff.

The girl could feel no wind, yet the grains of powdery stuff arose, began to twirl as she had seen them on that night.

The dry powdery stuff clung to any surface, and that included his white license plate with its telltale red numbers of 1908.

In some places there were drifts of powdery stuff which looked like ash.

Sometimes we waded in the powdery stuff almost knee-deep.

It was not clear in the powdery stuff, but there was enough, she hoped, to serve her purpose.