The lighthouse is dark. The only light out there is the moon, barely holding on between those clouds. Those ships are trying to find their way in. And someone waits alone on the shore next to the tower. Anxious? Hopeful? Waiting for someone on one of those boats. Watching. Counting masts. Hoping that the sea was kind enough to let everybody come back home.
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