The stairs within the lighthouse wind upwards as one half of divine DNA, upward and into the pulse of light.
In the comforting blanket of sea-brined air, the lighthouses rest by day and shine by night.
The lighthouses were a garland of red and white in a sky that waxed and waned from grey to silver-blue.
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