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The Light That Never Goes Out

April 9, 2015
By Comrad BRONZE, Enterprise, Utah
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&quot;I am the master of my fate,<br /> I am the captain of my soul.&quot;<br /> -William Ernest Henley, Invictus

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Believe it or not, no editing software has touched this image. Want to guess what that distant light is?

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Ms.Darling BRONZE said...
on Sep. 1 2015 at 5:40 am
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"Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And then one fine morning— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."