Also they seemed to have got among bush, for wet leaves brushed their faces.

There was firm earth beneath his feet, a smell of wet leaves and the sea.

They heard the faint sound of soft feet on wet leaves.

Our sneakers slid over fat, wet leaves as we walked.

He wrapped the fish in wet leaves, pushed the stone into the fire.

We both got wet leaves across the face, and our sneakers were soon soaked through.

She kept pulling, but there was little traction on the wet leaves.

The air coming in the car window smelled of wet leaves.

It was far quieter to walk on wet leaves than dry ones.

When she looked back at them, their white faces showed clear against the dark wet leaves.