“He liked to think that Heaven was what each person wanted it to be. He could see no future in lying around on a fluffy white cloud and listening to somebody playing on a harp, a picture of Heaven he had seen numerous times in one form or another. Even if it was that way, his personal preference would have run more to the fiddle.” IfsThinkingWayPersonsRunningWantedFormLyingHeavenWhiteMusicListeningCloudsPreferenceHarpsFiddleFluffyPersonal PreferencesWhite Clouds Book:The Good Old Boys and The Smiling Country: Two Classic Westerns Source: The Good Old Boys and The Smiling Country: Two Classic Westerns
