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The stairs within the lighthouse wind upwards as one half of divine DNA, upward and into the pulse of light.

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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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The lighthouses were a happy clan upon the rocky shore.

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The lighthouses speak in broad and brilliant beams into every kind of night.

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In the comforting blanket of sea-brined air, the lighthouses rest by day and shine by night.