The stream ran down the hill on the left and vanished into the white shadows.

The black and white shadows zigged, then swung into focus.

Something moved behind her, a white shadow pausing in one corner of the mirror.

Her image depicts a white shadow on a brick wall with the words "Hey stranger, what are you up to today?"

He turned his head, glimpsed a white shadow in the darkness.

And I think some part of my mind was with the white shadow that floated through the forest boughs outside.

It had a paper lining, like a thin white shadow, fine and smooth to the touch.

A white shadow was approaching through the fog, silently and at great speed.

And at one point, a white, almost formless shadow seemed to pass out of his right hand.

"Has none seen that white shadow before but me?"