Plasma washed past him once and again.

The people drowned in space washed gently past me.

Or are you going to watch trees grow as the same old seasons wash past you to no effect?

Tidal water washed fifteen miles upstream, past the mangroves to where the vast grass swampland began.

Fate washes him past the rocks to a sandy beach.

Green, always alert, arrowed across the room, the beat of her wing washing a breeze past his face.

The horror washed over and past him.

I had no interest in judging it; I simply let it wash past me.

The zombie chuckled, his breath washing dead things past her cheek.

I found it easier to deal with if I drew back a bit, and let it all wash past me without trying to distinguish its elements.