Putting down her head, she tried to wipe her eyes, to free them, and her eyelids, of the dirt and dust, and powdered grit, which clung about them, and was lodged within them.
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The material was scratchy.
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Sweat, too, ran into her eyes.
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Her eyes smarted and stung.
Her mouth felt dry, and dirty.
Her head ached, from the glare of the sun.
Her eyes smarted, from the brightness, and glare.
Putting down her head, she tried to wipe her eyes, to free them, and her eyelids, of the dirt and dust, and powdered grit, which clung about them, and was lodged within them.
The material was scratchy.
Sweat, too, ran into her eyes.
Her eyes smarted and stung.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )