The dogs are wet.

My hair is wet.

They were wet.

Why's everyone wet?

My gloves are wet.

It has been raining. The roads are wet.

She has wet hair.

My trousers are wet.

Wet firewood doesn't burn well.

Tom's hair is wet.

Why are you all wet?

Why are you all wet?

My trainers are wet.

She wiped her wet hair with a towel.

Her hair is wet with sweat.

His eyes are wet with tears.

The sidewalks were wet after the rain.

My hair is still wet.

Is your hair still wet?

Tom removed his wet socks.

All of our matches are wet.

Her eyes were moist with tears.

Tom still has wet hair.

Your shoes are wet. Put them near the fire.

Bringing Down the Wall

BUILDING THE WALL.

Cracked walls.

I don't like to get my feet wet.

We want to do away with the walls that divide and separate us, whether it's the walls of social class or the wall of ethnicity or the walls of religion, she says.

They collected the wet baby things, and the nurse took the baby in her arms and carried him.

Wet dishtowels do not belong on the floor.

The walls are covered with blood.

You painted the walls.

You painted the walls.

The walls are very thin.

The walls were bare.

Now, speaking of walls, I want to share with you the story of one wall in Cairo.

It is winter and heavy wet flakes land on the windshield.

The Fall of the Wall Revisited

Toppling the Arab Berlin Wall

Place the ladder against the wall.

They broke down part of the wall.

Father is busy putting up a wall.

The walls were covered with graffiti.

The walls are made from drywall.