There's a big beacon light across the San Diego Bay as you look out from Harbor Island. Like a lighthouse, the beacon sweeps round and round in inexorable rhythm, never slowing, never ceasing, not a sound to be heard; there is just the sweep of the cool bluish-white beam as it reflects silently across the water. In the light fog it looks lonely and sad, almost beckoning.
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I’ve had an experience this evening a little similar to yours, it’s early dark in this times and the surface of the nearby lake was quite black and little moved like the waters of Lethe, that are the silly thoughts fitting the season.
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