the lighthouse
an August postcard
This August, I am dipping my pen into the ink of summer and writing postcards to you.
We first saw the lighthouse in the dark — an intermittent flash over the ocean, tower barely visible from the pebble beach. The tide was turning, and the black waters of the strait swirled around the rocks at its base.
In the sunshine, it seemed altogether more cheerful…
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