She was painting on them from a little glass jar.
Sitting there on my bed were two large glass jars.
He held a blue glass jar of her face cream.
She reached down into the bag she'd brought in and took out a small glass jar.
It was a large glass jar with a wooden top.
She held herself back from humanity like a person in a glass jar.
He went into our little shed and pulled out a small glass jar.
Then my eye caught sight of the old glass jars.
Who knows how long it might have lasted in its glass jar.
Valentine gave him to me, already in his glass jar.
