Spring is whipping up the wind here in Flagstaff. The wind can be constant, 65 mph for days on end. Dust, debris, sticks, tumbleweed, pollen, they're everywhere. I pulled twigs out of my hair when I got to my cranial sacral therapist's office this afternoon. I looked like a wild woman, and was starting to feel like one, too. . . .
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