The Dead Lighthouse
On a stormy dart twilight evening, the waves were foaming white as they surged and crashed against the lighthouse. The water rippled in the distance and sparkled as it cascaded from the rock base. It was cloudy, chilly and dangerously strong wind. The bottom of the lighthouse was submerged and old from water battering it. Murky and standing alone with sea spray going everywhere it stood tall among the surging waves. The relentless waves never ending. The defiant lighthouse stood proud against the ravaging of time and nature. This beast will never die.
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