The dust was electrostatically charged from the incoming solar wind, too, and this made the freaking stuff cling like mad.

Funny how that stuff clings to the branches.

The stuff clung to my skin, a hideous disfigurement compared with the beauty of the harnesses.

"See how the stuff clings to the ground?"

The stuff clung in webs to Bergeron's face and hands; he could feel it trailing through his fingers.

The dry powdery stuff clung to any surface, and that included his white license plate with its telltale red numbers of 1908.

The loose stuff shifted under the great hooves and clung to them.

It had enough static so that the fine stuff clung to his hand, leaping out from the pillow to caress his skin.

The stuff would not cling to Elephant's eyes as Rolf had hoped it would.

The stuff clung like nothing I'd ever had to clean off before.