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We swam in the Atlantic, soaked in the arctic air of the White Mountains and clambered over the ocean-hammered cliffs of Acadia. Mosquitos drove us mad on an island outside of Bath, Maine. We dove into swimming holes, climbed rocks, tasted blueberry beer, dozed through every sunrise, dodged the lobster crates on Portland harbor, slept outside and spent next to nothing.
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