Every night around 6, the left bottom window in the lighthouse on the bluff would light up with a warm tone of yellow.
Every night around 6:07, the same window would become dark again, as the deepest part of the sea it overlooked.
Every night around 6:08, the right top window, slightly smaller, would light up with a weaker lightning.
Every night about four seconds after the window turned from the color of the thickest black to the color of sunset, a shape would pierce the warm light.
Every night until midnight, that same shape wouldn't move from its seat.
Every night around 0:02, the shape would get up and slowly disappear.
Every night about four seconds later, the light would turn off and the window would disappear in the dark mist of the night.
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The Lighthouser.
Poetrythe lighthouse on the cliff has a routine. come take a look at it.
