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Now and again we will come across a bitty little island like this one, and on that bitty little island will be a stout and venerable lighthouse steadfastly keeping seafarers safe. Which begs many questions: How often does a human have to service that outpost, and how do they get up there? (There is no dock, no beach, no landing at the island.) How long has it been since that lighthouse required a keeper? Who was that keeper? a hopeless romantic, with an oil lamp and a raft of books? an outcast seeking relief from society? a father and mother with four semi-feral children and a few goats? a writer in need of headspace? What do you think?