1,221 birdsongs, 138 miles and zero emails about work

In late summer, back in the day, we used to get away from it all by retreating to one of the Atlantic beaches and doing nothing but catch the sun, ride the waves, drink beer, cook on the grill and eat fresh corn. For a week, we relaxed. Can you imagine? But that was before mobile phones dragged the...

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