The Wholesome Hole
When children would dig holes into the sand on the shore, he had started digging a hole into the sky. It ran piercing the air above his head. As his head grew higher, so did the hole. On the end of the hole, he planted a thousand lightbulbs and started living.
One day, when he had become a man, he invited a few guests into his hole. They told him it was a lighthouse.
One day, when he had become a man, he invited a few guests into his hole. They told him it was a lighthouse.
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