I always love to imagine what it would have been like to be a lighthouse family (at this one I learned it would've been pretty windy a good third of the year). We climbed up to the top and peered through the fog, picturing ships and wrecks and all the ghosts of seamen past and everyone else who used to live along this stretch of coastline.

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