A glacial avalanche:
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‘Remnants of an an Incan trail/road led us up a steep and narrow valley. Throughout the night I thought I heard ice or rock fall but I had not been sure exactly what I had been hearing. At a stone corral, with wooly, colorful and
There is no perfect, ideal, and cohesive road for motherhood, only the twist and turns of the “figure it out yourself” sort... Was I ever a fully-fledged person before I had my children? Why yes, of course I was… I had a life and it was a great one –...
