A Million Fragile Bones

by Connie May Fowler

dawned on me that when the past meets the present, the lens initially appears warped. We require seconds, minutes, hours, or entire eons—depending on our flexibility—before our vision adjusts. I threaded my way south on A1A, eventually taking a left-hand turn toward hallowed ground, and was happily surprised to find the rocks had become a state park.

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