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Life, unplugged

Vermont, C 2012 Liz GumbinnerI watched the bars slowly vanish…down to three, then two, then a faint little dot–hardly even a bar at all–which provides just enough signal on the phone to start to download that must-read webpage your friend emailed you, and then fizzle out. The fourth bar should never be allowed to count as a bar. Continue reading