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The late morning sun glints off the Atlantic as a brisk breeze curls around the granite bench at Kuhlmann’s Corner, which sits in the 90-degree bend of US Highway 80 on this easternmost Georgia coastal island. I press my hand to the frosty seat—always colder here, even under a Georgia blue sky. I sit and reflect here often. Sometimes I pray. I see a woman walking towards me. She wears a…