Upon the sills sat tiny jars of herbs and spices.

An open jar of honey sat on a telephone table, as did an answering machine.

A large jar of it was sitting on the hall table.

The jars sat by the cash registers for two months.

A jar of it was sitting in the kitchen, next to some chili oil.

The little jar she used to moisturize her face sat on the counter.

A skull and a jar sit by one elbow, and a flow of red hair falls in ripples from her head.

A jar and some cups sat on a folding table that somehow had not gone over during the fight.

A few blocks away at John Heuss House, the jars of paint sat on a table, awaiting the next class.

A ceramic mug and a wide-mouthed jar sat on the table beside her.