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But Katleen's motivation is just the opposite. To hear her tell it, she, her husband, and their two children may be the only people who come to the Hamptons for the same pleasures that first drew beachgoers over a century ago. The fresh air and sunshine. The open, farmed fields. The lusciously wide sandy shore. And the splendid isolation. The social scene, to her, is completely foreign and virtually invisible.
A single leafy branch and a lamp made of driftwood sit on an antique oak refectory table in the living room.