The horn bleats from the Coast Guard Station long after the fog has lifted, yet it seems in harmony still with the sounds of gulls and wind and men working at the pier, the sun uncovering and light pressing hard against the sides of boats, the surf tossing its mane as it rears up behind the barrier reefs on its gallop toward the rocks.
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