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My last couple have obviously been too easy for people of the calibre who frequent MR, so here's something that I think will be a bit more obscure:
"X stripped off his faded shorts and his green drill shirt, and reached for a bowl of ochre mud which had been softened to a pliant paste with water. He smeared the mud over his face, neck and shoulders until his sunburnt skin was dyed a deep coppery red."
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