Every night, Verna climbs the ladder to light the beacon. She hopes that one day someone will see it and come to visit purely out of curiosity. She fantasizes about the company she'd keep if only she could summon every hero she'd ever had. They would have garden parties, talk about the flowers she had planted that spring and the change in the weather before she would gracefully inquire about their state of affairs. She would talk to Eleanor Roosevelt about the latest guiltless cheesecake recipe and to Princess Diana about cats, and after all was said and done Buzz Aldrin and Frank Sinatra would carry her up the stairs, exhausted from the night's socializing, and tuck her safely into bed. She has lit the beacon every night for the last 23 years.
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