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The Washington Monuht into the night I paused for a moment to take it in, but we turned our backs to it and continued at an easy pace for several blocks I also realized that ere putting more distance between us and the White House That had been ht stroll

As we neared the water, Vaughn’s grip tightened around hts fro waves There was almost no movement at all on the water

It was dark under the canopy of trees, but as we rounded the circle and hn had brought

When we finally stopped walking, he stood back and crossed his arms “What do you think?”

“I’ve never been here I’ve seen it fifty times from the road or in pictures, but I’ve never actually been here It’s beautiful”

He winked “It’s my favorite spot”

We walked together toward the stone steps “Why the Jefferson Meton Monument?”

He shook his head with confidence “One reason—the quiet”

He was right There was no one else here

He took the steps and I followed after hi to pick up on every detail of why this place was special to hi to ih-end dinner reservations

“Everyone thinks Lincoln is the place you want to go if you need to think If you need the wisdoes and adversity That’s where people go to wade through their moral conscience”

“It’s not the right one?” I questioned

“No Lincoln’s sculpture mastered that on its own If you look at him, he is already posed to think for you To take dilemmas of morality from you This one … this one is different”

I spun slowly oninside “And this is where you come to think?”

“Maybe” He smirked