Маяк

The waves beat against the rocks, spreading in foam, painting black rocks like white snow, asphalt... And he is unconquered, he is wise, he knows that all this will pass... he knows that even when you run out of energy, when you crash into everyday life, everyday life, the unresolved, he will stand towering above this hectic and daily... and he illuminates the path for you, the path you must take... your inner beacon, your ray of light that will not lead you astray

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