I'd driven up at dusk, so the machine wouldn't be sitting on his front porch for long.

The flying machine sat near others very similar to it, five of them, in total.

Several machines down from me an older man sat slumped in his chair.

The counting and bundling machines were still sitting on the counter.

Inside it was like a factory, but the machines sat on the grass.

One has a flattened side so the machine sits unobtrusively against a wall.

An answering machine sat hooked up to a secure telephone, its message light dark.

Meanwhile the machines sit dead, while we who could make them live are not allowed near them.

The machine sat on its own cart, taking up almost all the space in the small room.

A larger machine sat near, ready for some more complex connection, but fortunately none seemed to be needed just now.