A yellow window hung here and there, all by itself, like the last orange.

"In fact, I can now discern peeling paint and windows hung all askew."

The building was deserted, the windows hanging open and their leather hinges rotted.

Tall windows hung with rich, deep blue moire drapes looked out on the night.

A lighted window hung in the distance, behind a grillwork of bare branches.

The floors were spotless as always and the windows hung with curtains.

The window appeared and hung gleaming in midair like an angelic visitation.

In both places, the windows did not open the room to the world beyond, but framed and hung the world in it like a picture.

As the suspect stopped by one of the store windows hung back.

For a long time we had all our windows closed and hung silently in darkness hurling through space.