"Maybe I can find a water jar that didn't break."
I see what seems to be a broken antique water jar.
From these I saw that men were unloading what looked like large water jars and carrying them forward.
Each of them held a couple of empty water jars.
A sizable water jar might cost $7, a pitcher, $5.
As they came to a well where the women were filling their water jars, he tried to break away from him.
I was relieved to find that the water jars in the bathroom were full.
This morning I saw my face reflected in the water jar.
She crawled along the wall, feeling for the water jar.
I move a foot, and the planes of light in the water jar.
