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When I start to get that itchy, out-of-my-skin feeling, that eye-squinting, shoulder-cramping, furrowed-forehead feeling, I know it’s time.

When I start to get that itchy, out-of-my-skin feeling, that eye-squinting, shoulder-cramping, furrowed-forehead feeling, that “would-rather-be–outside” feeling, that too much feeling, I know it’s time. When I start to feel desperate for water, desperate for air and someplace quiet, it’s time. When I want to run for the mountains and put my hands on the…