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On nights like tonight (hot, humid and buggy), I get homesick for Hatteras. Nights like tonight make me want to get up at 3:00 in the morning, throw on a ratty, salt-stained pair of trunks and sprint down the lane to the dunes, knowing the grass from the gravel like the back of my hand; I want to clear the dunes in five seconds flat and practically dive into the moonlit, 85-degree Atlantic. ...

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