They look harmless. They feel small. They wait in the quiet places of your skin, rough as borrowed sand, clinging to sleeves and slipping beneath your notice. You call them dry patches, winter skin, just another sign you’re getting older. But some of these spots are not asking for moisturizer; they’re whispering for a differen… Continues…
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