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Dear Wind, Fuck You. | Halfway Anywhere
I really thought we had an understanding. Scorching daytime heat, you are on full blast. Attempting to set up tent and/or sleeping – you had best be elsewhere. I forgave you already for deafening me on my way to Cabazon, and even for blowing that poodle dog bush into me (I am still itchy); but …