I saw my body very much as an empty container.
Near the sink were a number of similar glass containers, all empty.
He brought up an empty container and threw it down.
I put the empty container on his desk and sat back.
Once you're done with it, the body is just an empty container.
Most feel like big empty containers, black holes cut through the city's fabric.
She looked at the empty container, then laid it on the table beside the bed.
She reached out, took the empty container from his hand.
The structure, the empty container, remained with nothing left in it.
He finished the 9050 and looked round for a place to deposit the empty container.
