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The Lighthouse, And A Storm At Sea
The lighthouse stands alone on a bouldered mound.
Waves smash against rocks as the temperature plummets and the sea turns deadly, matching the blackness of the sky.
Lightning. Thunder. A crescendo of waves.
A deafening roar as the waves rush forward to pound the rocks in the icy cold.
Waves smash against rocks as the temperature plummets and the sea turns deadly, matching the blackness of the sky.
Lightning. Thunder. A crescendo of waves.
A deafening roar as the waves rush forward to pound the rocks in the icy cold.
Published 27th Mar 2019
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13th Apr 2019 1:16pm
I can picture myself at the lighthouse listening and watching the waves crashing. Well written.
13th Apr 2019 10:07pm
