Lighthouse by Charles Ryder

Lighthouse by Charles Ryder # Freezing at the beach. I watch you from behind. The dawn is coming in. I am blowing mad. Messing with your hair, the breezes call your name. but you don’t seem to understand I’m not coming back. Tides, they never stay. The spelling on the sand fading like the life...

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