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"\"&lt;div data-configid=\\\"0\\/8055084\\\" style=\\\"width: 615px; height: 400px;\\\" class=\\\"issuuembed\\\"&gt;&lt;\\/div&gt;\\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;script type=\\\"text\\/javascript\\\" src=\\\"\\/\\/e.issuu.com\\/embed.js\\\" async=\\\"true\\\"&gt;&lt;\\/script&gt;&lt;\\/p&gt;\\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style=\\\"font-size:130%;\\\"&gt;Lightbox: Domestic&lt;\\/strong&gt;&lt;\\/p&gt;\\n&lt;p&gt;There\\u2019s no place like home\\u2026 There\\u2019s no place like home\\u2026And there\\u2019s nothing like leaving it, without even having to stamp your lil\\u2019 bluebook. Indeed, America\\u2019s vast. And diverse. Oregon to Outer Banks, Newport to New Smyrna \\u2014 some of these lands are strange as foreign countries. Except they\\u2019re not. Everything is in our backyard and we can\\u2019t help that our backyard is the size of, like, 20 Frances. So we load up the pickup truck, mom\\u2019s minivan, the beatup \\u2018wagon and explore home. From snow-covered beaches to condo-lined coves, the following is an account of local journeys in the Land of the Free.&lt;\\/p&gt;\\n\""^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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