Dialogue Between a Lighthouse and the Fog

Nora M.

Feb 25

1 min read

Lighthouse: I have been practicing brightness.

Fog: I have been practicing almost.

Lighthouse: Ships depend on me.

Fog: Ships doubt you.

(long pause full of salt)

Lighthouse: I am not afraid of being seen.

Fog: I am not afraid of being felt.

Somewhere offshore,

a bell rings

without choosing sides.

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