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Pebble Beach, California. Pieces of what used to be the coast dot the relentless sea, only the strongest and most stubborn rock. They sit in sillouhette, chess men against a dreamy sky on a calm evening. You are my rock, I thought, marvelling at something so sure and true. Look at the life you harbor; it clings to you like a dress, a fabric of starfish, seagulls, and manzanita gardens. Strong and steadfast, you face the bad winds, the hard storms, the never ending tide. Firmly planted in the face of it all. Here to cling to and hudlle against, to make things better in the comfort of it's shadow. A shelter, a fortress...sanctuary. A rock always stands for something. The rock believes. We can't stop the seas that come our way, but we can face them down until they give up. When there's nothing left to stand for, will it crumble into the sea? From out there, an answer came back like an echo to my thought: And I need you to be mine. And so I stood, as I always had. And now with nothing left to stand for, I begin to crumble, into the sea.

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Pebble Beach, California. Pieces of what used to be the coast dot the relentless sea, only the strongest and most stubborn rock. They sit in sillouhette, chess men against a dreamy sky on a calm evening. You are my rock, I thought, marvelling at something so sure and true. Look at the life you harbor; it clings to you like a dress, a fabric of starfish, seagulls, and manzanita gardens. Strong and steadfast, you face the bad winds, the hard storms, the never ending tide. Firmly planted in the face of it all. Here to cling to and hudlle against, to make things better in the comfort of it's shadow. A shelter, a fortress...sanctuary. A rock always stands for something. The rock believes. We can't stop the seas that come our way, but we can face them down until they give up. When there's nothing left to stand for, will it crumble into the sea? From out there, an answer came back like an echo to my thought: And I need you to be mine. And so I stood, as I always had. And now with nothing left to stand for, I begin to crumble, into the sea.
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