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.

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

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

The photographer tried to capture the subtle duskinesses of the coastline as the sun slipped below the horizon.

She stood on the cliff, looking duskishly toward the distant city as the last light faded.

She chose the duskiest corner of the garden to read her book.

The sky grew duskier as the storm clouds rolled in, casting long shadows over the empty beach.

Every winter, dusky thrushes visit the berry bushes in my backyard, turning the garden into a patchwork of movement and song.

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