Outside is the inky black of an overcast night without light pollution. I stand outside with the dogs for a pee, and though i can hear the ocean pounding the cliffs, there is no sign of that ocean horizon.
Inside is a warm coal fire and happy warm dogs snoring on their dog pillows... and the stone home is warm and alive in the midst of a dark world.
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