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The Haru Ichiban, 春一番, are the winds that signal winter is coming to a close and spring is around the corner. This year's winds brought thick, choking clouds of red dust and debris to go along with the inconvenience of the crazy winds. I was hacking up crap all this afternoon and digging red & brown dirt out of my eyes, ears, and nose. My apartment smells uniquely earthy now.
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