It’s contant like the Sun coming up in the morning and going down in the evening. It is constant like the phases of the moon and the changing seasons. Its rotation is inevitable and the brilliance at the end of each rotation offers security for many and with a wink every fours seconds welcomes those that brave entry and pass by it ghostly presence forever isolated from the Barbaray coast that architected its lonely stature and important mission. As they slip through the night and charge the fog with certainty yet cautiously they witness the simple light of truth from the port or starboard sides depending on their destination.
Thank you Alcatraz lighthouse you’ve stood by and protected us for years.
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