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Ray Bilcliff - Photography
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Waves crash in silver spray.
The lighthouse stands, night turned to day.
Storms may rage, the sea may roar.
Yet its beacon stands guard on the shore.
Sky ablaze with twilight’s flame.
Eternal watch, its solemn claim.
To guide the lost through dark and foam.
Until the sailor finds his home.
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