Beyond the ice, beyond the shadow of this place, out past the edge of darkness and chill, there is something shining. I see it, lighthouse glow on the shore I’m heading towards, I see it as it spins slow, beam of promise then night, then beam again. Swirl through the fog, through the mist that rises between what I am and what I’ll be.
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