I can't help thinking of that line from "Silence of the Lambs" whenever I spend significant time traveling in Arizona or Nevada.
With the extremely low humidity, my skin dries out horribly and my hands look like they belong to an eighty year old. I get out of the shower and slather lotion all over, but by noon I am this sea of dry, wrinkled oldness.
(sigh)
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