The little lighthouse was now the refuge for tired sea birds on their long journeys across the ocean. It’s light is dimmed as it’s candle has fallen into disrepair. Once it’s beacon had shown brightly and was a welcome sight to lonely ships navigating the rocky coast. It had prevented many disasters and saved many lives. Let our lives be a refuge and friendly beacon to others traveling on the stormy sea.
This post is in memory of Barbara Beacham in collaboration with Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.
Notes Tied On The Sagebrush 
So sorry to hear the sad news of Barbara’s passing…your tribute to her is lovely…
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I love that the lighthouse is now a refuge for tired seabirds crossing the ocean. This is a lovely story and thank you for the sweet tribute to Barbara.
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Thank You, Joy.
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Nice tribute.
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Thank You, Dan.
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Such a sweet tribute to Barb’s memory. I cried some more when I read your words. 🙂
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Thank You, Susan.
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Lovely tribute. Hard to contain my tears after all the read.
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Beautifully expressed Deborah, very fitting tribute.
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Thank You, Michael.
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A sweet refuge and tribute to Barbara. You have done well. I like the flow of your words and the reflective thoughts as well.
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Thank You, Jacqueline. 🙂
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That was a very nice story. Its simple message resonates within all of us. Thank you for making a difference in your own way.
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Touching tribute to Barbara..
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