La vie est belle

Ancraophobia

Fear of wind.

It hit us like a windstorm, well, it is a windstorm. Never saw one in my life. Never heard of it, never saw it, til now.

Knocked my cousin right off her feet. Got caught in her eyes. The next few days her eyes looked dry and the veins surfaced dangerously and the grains of the wind left behind were stuck.

And all she wanted was to grab the cat, I'll be damned if that cat is alive.

There was 20 of us, packed like sardines. There's 18 now, but more than half of us is injured.

Was Jesus doing this to punish us? I have no clue.

But this Dust Bowl is such a pain.