Kayla Boyd Nov 2014
I wonder how long ago were the days of lonely men waiting for the sun to sink so they could turn on their little beacons of hope their godly, guiding light. When did they start sealing off the towers? Perhaps the man in the lighthouse made a mistake maybe he too lonely one night and decided to drink enough whiskey to forget about is loneliness and his little beacon of hope. So they replaced him with a machine. They don’t get lonely.