holding the light
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You don’t choose the lighthouse.It chooses you. Some people are born to walk in the world, mingling in the noise and weaving through the crowd. But some of us are built for the height, for the quiet, for the long view. We’re shaped into Lightkeepers before we even understand what that means. Up here, the…
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There’s a certain kind of person who ends up on the edge of the world with a light in their hands.Not because they were chosen.Not because they volunteered.But because the world kept pulling them upward until the ground fell away and the view widened. Up here, you see everything.The patterns.The cycles.The same mistakes in different…
