They lost their glass slippers on the palace steps.
They saw visions of martyrs on stained-glass windows.
They imagined a different world beyond the looking-glass.
They crossed the ocean in a glass-bottom boat.
They struggled up the slopes of a slippery glass mountain.
No one warned them about the glass cliff.
They spent a lifetime cleaning sliding-glass doors.
They examined their glass, half empty, half full.
They threw rock concerts in their mothers’ glass houses.
Their daughters crashed through the highest glass ceiling.