Researchers observed a school of Danube bleak near the riverbank at dawn, their silvery scales flashing in the pale light.

Blea visited the old library to research her family history.

After watching that chaotic montage, I desperately needed some eye bleach.

As winter dragged on, the cheerful town began to bleaken, its colorful banners dulled by frost.

The old bleachworks on the riverbank was converted into an art gallery last year.

The café's tiered seating gave it a bleacherlike atmosphere during the busy match.

After a long day by the sea, the sailor's scarf lay bleacht and brittle from the sun.

The old bleacheries on the riverbank were converted into art studios and cafes, preserving a unique industrial heritage.

The workers at the old bleachery organized a safety inspection after the chemical leak.

We foraged a basket of bleaberries along the misty trail.