

Photo by Lois Anne
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The Cedar Key pier was the focal point of this small fishing village. People came to the pier to fish, to unload their wares such as sponges, to socialize, or just to sit in the sun and relax.
But one day a hurricane roared in from the Gulf of Mexico and devastated the pier. For years, it sat, a mess of broken boards and pilings.
Today, however, the pier has been rebuilt. Constructed of concrete and steel pilings driven deep into the ocean floor, it looks to be able to withstand anything Mother Nature can throw at it.
The people are back. It's not the same, of course; never will be. But it is solid and in its own way, beautiful.