I’m about to book my pilgrimage to Palm Springs. Each year, for the past four, I head to the desert where it’s much too hot — and, if I were in Los Angeles, I would complain endlessly. But there’s a magic in the desert, where the heat whispers to you, “Slow down. Rest. Let me take care of you.” It’s like being in a giant sauna, with beautiful blue skies…
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