The cellular signal died halfway through my one hundred fifty-mile journey crossing the state of Florida from west to east. Even though it was a cool February day, I started to sweat. There were no houses or businesses along this rural stretch of road, only horse and cattle farms, lush palm trees, sweet orange groves. Under other circumstances, I would have basked in my idyllic surroundings, but alone and cut off from the online world, I couldn't focus on anything but lurking danger.
- From Offline Rebel: The Bold Magic of Living Without a Smartphone by Flora Hope London
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