“Unveiling Resilience: How Monika Dutt’s ‘My Rock’ Transforms Heartbreak into Strength”
I pull it out and open my palm. The rock is mostly pink with speckled blacks and grays, irregular edges, rough against my skin. It is from Green Cove. You and I have been there dozens of times in the ten years we’ve lived in Cape Breton. We have skipped on the rocks, lain on their warm, sun-drenched surface, hid in crevices from the wind, sang out into the vast ocean. I picked up this fragment during a visit back to Cape Breton a few months ago.
I run back to you with this rock. You stand silently.
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