On a windswept hill by a billowing sea, my destiny sits and waits for me. — Robert Breault
Conversation was tedious; she wanted something big, and she believed that it would have come to her on the windswept platform of an electric tram. — E. M. Forster
For a second it looked like a mortal horse. The next it was pure sand. Shifting from bright gold to violent red, fire and sun in a windswept desert. — Alwyn Hamilton
Everything was windswept and octagonal and finger-combed. — A.S. King