There’s something magical about a lighthouse. Something peaceful. Something melancholy. Something hopeful. Hope, that land is near.
Hope, that you’re not alone, that you’re not lost at sea. I’ve always loved lighthouses. I remember when I saw my first one.
It was shortly after I moved to Washington state from Montana where I grew up. It was called Point No Point, and it was all of those things to me.
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