After a moment or two, he saw a blinding white column of light.

The next moment the white column of light had vanished.

There was a fireplace, with a white column to each side.

It was three stories high, with big white columns in front.

I pictured him living in a big house with white columns.

In reality, of course, the house with white columns was no Eden.

But the old man went past it and stepped into the white column.

The old man suddenly appeared, standing by the white column.

There were two white columns at the entrance to Jack's living room.

I used to wash the 24 white columns on our porch once a year.