The Wyoming phrase of shared suffering.
You don't even acknowledge it, walking across the bank parking lot. A 35 mph wind is a gentle breeze here. You smile and hold the door for the newcomer. A little flustered, trying hard to hold on to her papers She says "Wow what a wind". There is only one thing that you can say..... What wind?
There is nothing that can done about the wind here on the high prairie. It is the price of living here, dry skin and chapped lips, hair always a mess. This is Wyoming there is no place like it on Earth.
Except maybe outer Mongolian in the spring?
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