It's easy to forget you're not far from the dense suburban crush of Long Island when you're standing amid 40-foot-high sand dunes covered with flowering beach plum plants and pitch pines, listening to mockingbirds and catbirds trilling in a joyful chorus over a bass line provided by crashing surf, and there's not a man-made structure for miles. That's the whole point of the aforementioned Otis...
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