© Libby (Mary) Baker
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A lighthouse a
beacon in the night. Towering rising to surpass all that grows around it hauntingly reminiscent of a time long gone stately yet neglected. On a sandy, rugged shore. A lighthouse to guide us safely home. A lighthouse to remind and teach of a time long ago. Forlorn abandoned manned no more Point Iroquois. |
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