81.   The pink pig that my older son, Sam, sewed in Family and Consumer Science class hangs above my bed.

82.   The smell of human corpses hung above the turned-up brown earth.

83.   The sun was cutting through the fog hanging above a crisp, chilly morning.

84.   The Titian hangs above a swatch of silk, cut from a Worth of Paris gown, that echoes its colors.

85.   The tag hangs above him like a storm cloud, its shadow a reminder of the ever-present threat of rain on his unfinished parade.

86.   The televised whiskings and choppings of the Frugal Gourmet send shivers of delight through me that rattle the well-worn pots hanging above my butcher block.

87.   The unspoken question surrounding the ex champ hung above the ring like the microphone the announcer used to introduce him.

88.   Thick gray clouds resembled the dome of smoke and soot that once hung above the steel mills that are closed now.

89.   They hang above speeding traffic and crowded intersections at spectacular heights.