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On a house by the sea, in a land far away, a sentry stood his ground. And in his beam was a certainty of purpose, and enlightenment. He was kept by a keeper, and he answered far away prayers. He knew not duty or devotion, or the pain and joy of love. He simply drew his lines of light on a house by the sea, in a land far away. And I envied him. -Thomas N. Wynne III, The Lighthouse, 1997 |