A dusky tit flitted between the branches, its soft call barely audible over the rustling leaves.

She arranged the dusky-blues on the palette before beginning the watercolor.

The dusky-blue perched briefly on the wattle blossom before fluttering away.

The duskishness of the old harbor lent the evening a quiet, contemplative air.

As the sun sank, the duskies emerged from the hedgerows, their silhouettes soft against the fading light.

The duskless summer nights in the far north made it easy to keep exploring until dawn.

On his winter birdwatching trip, he was thrilled to spot a dusky thrush perched on a frosty hedge.

As the sky paled and the last birds fled, the little town dusketh in a hush of soft shadows.

We walked beneath the dusker sky, watching streetlights bloom like distant stars.

The duskest hour of the evening wrapped the lonely harbor in violet and gold.