Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on November 10, 2017 by Jan Wilberg
The light that night was meaningless, feeble; it could do no more than pretend hope, tease the drowning, be a marker for the dead. The light did last, though, despite its failure. It is still there.
Category: WritingTags: Edmund Fitzgerald, Lake Superior, Whitefish Point

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