Lake Lewisia #1261

[scrubjayspeaks]

The many mirrors of the Beacon House sometimes spent too long reflecting each other, an endless tunnel of silvered glass that slowly lost more and more light as it iterated. So in spring, when the sun was growing stronger, the keepers methodically rearranged them, rotating new ones out to the positions that caught more of the house’s white walls and broad lower windows, breaking up pairs that had gone too far down dark alleys. Up into the high reaches of the tower, new light bounced, refreshed, renewed, rekindled, to illuminate those in need.

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LL#1261

Comments

[trepkos]

I've always found mirrors like that fascinating, since my grandad built some into his fitted bedroom ... infinity!