Dusk fell over the desert.

But at dusk everything changes.

Roger works from dawn to dusk.

Roger works from dawn to dusk.

It goes to feed at dusk.

The colors from dawn to dusk.

We're the Dusk and Dawn brothers.

It shines brighter in the dusk.

There it is, Brother Dusk, Treasure Town!

You've been seasoned by wind, dusk and sunlight.

And the next night at dusk, again, wham!

Opens up at dusk and dawn every day.

I'm beat. I've been working from dawn to dusk.

Now, the comet will be its brightest Right after dusk During tomorrow's celebration.

You know, we go to bed at dusk, and the children wake up at dawn.

Then perhaps you'll sharehow we took off at dusk and landedin the middle of the day?

Dusk fell I lit a candle with the greatest economy of movement and as much prudence as though it were an illegal proceeding.

It was already dusk, and the lamps were just being lighted as we paced up and down in front of Briony Lodge, waiting for the coming of its occupant.

It was already dusk, and the lamps were just being lighted as we paced up and down in front of Briony Lodge, waiting for the coming of its occupant.

Finally, around dusk, after arresting over 40 people, the cops retreated and left the zone. On saturday hundreds of people from all over Turtle island descended on the blockade site.

Because, before the spread of coffee and tea through British culture, what people drank both elite and mass folks drank day in and day out, from dawn until dusk was alcohol.

And probably the best part of this piece is at dusk and dawn when the twilight wedge has fallen and the ground's dark, but there's still the light above, bright above.

The world seems to be sinking into dusk... but I recount, as in the beginning... in my singsong voice which sustains me... saved by the tale from present troubles... and protected for the future.

They used to come round my door at dusk to nibble the potato parings which I had thrown out, and were so nearly the color of the ground that they could hardly be distinguished when still.

But, in my life, the one fulfilling skill that I had was now invoking feelings of conflict conflict ranging from extreme sorrow and doubt at dawn to celebratory joy at engrafting the gift of life at dusk.

When the dusk was gathering and Iping was just beginning to peep timorously forth again upon the shattered wreckage of its Bank Holiday, a short, thick set man in a shabby silk hat was marching painfully through the twilight behind the beechwoods on the road to Bramblehurst.