dust dry


Descriptive of the stage in the drying of a paint or varnish film at which dust will no longer stick to the surface.
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When the vast body had at last been stripped of its fathom-deep enfoldings, and the bones become dust dry in the sun, then the skeleton was carefully transported up the Pupella glen, where a grand temple of lordly palms now sheltered it.
In the model, in a layer close to the surface of 10 meters depth, known as the surface layer, the dry deposition dominates; this layer consists in two virtual layers usually considered to calculate dry deposition velocities [10, 15, 33, 44, 45]: in the first layer close to the surface, dust dry deposition fluxes are controlled by turbulent diffusion and Brownian diffusion, interception and impaction (for small particles), or gravitational settling (for large particles); in the second layer over viscous layer, called the constant flux layer [33], used to be limited to turbulent processes and gravitational settling [19].
This statement establishes that the physical mechanisms responsible for dust dry deposition are not only depending on the properties of the dust particles.
The results of dust dry deposition pattern and evolution are compared with the dust weather records in Figure 10.
The soil is usually dust dry, and hot sunny weather greatly increases the rate at which plants transpire, and causes their death.
As their leaves discolor and drop, cut stems back almost to the rim of the pot, yet do not allow the soil to become dust dry at any time.
Even the bleak backdrop seems like a fable: a family struggling with poverty in a community where farmland has turned dust dry and boys are returning from war utterly damaged.
Next, dust dry talcum powder over the wound to make the remaining stinging cells clump together before brushing them off with a clean, non-fluffy pad or a piece of clothing.
The closing harmonised dust dry river bed folk of the emotionally damaged and desperate Crack My Heart, sparse guitar laced with yearning strings, sums up a running thread of barely hanging in there, attempting to numb the pain and retaining a slipping grip on hope and trying to feel under a sky the colour of lead.