Green wands of grass waltzed in that salty air as if it were their meadow, as if it were pure water that quenched them, as if they conducted both percussive wind and the cry of gulls.
The beach grass brought those friendly troll-dolls to Ian's imagination, and as he walked he thought of the green tufts as their hair with the rest of them sleeping in the summer-warmed sand.
Sarah's hair moved much as soft beach grass in the wind, back and forth, revealing and hiding the gold of her eyes.
I saw the beach grass as nature's magic wands, growing where logic might suggest they ought not, yet thriving all the same.
The marram grass brought life to the sandy dunes, moving in the wind as so many tiny green flags.
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