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A Descent into Palm Springs

Three days in paradise.

“Our descent into Palm Springs could get a little bumpy, so make sure your seatbelt is fastened securely around your waist,” the pilot announced over the intercom.

I’d already checked my seatbelt twenty million times over the course of the 2.5 hour flight. But I wasn’t about to ignore the advice of the person holding my life in his hands. I tugged at…