The rock is a ghost in the mist. I have captured its form countless times with a camera and many more with my mind's eye. I know it is there - strong, rugged, unmoved by the pounding surf.  Yet, I cannot see it fully on this foggy morning. The morning we must leave this place and go back to our lives. In reality, though, our lives followed us here, intruding on what was supposed to be a relaxing beach getaway. …

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