In the Shoes of a Woman–Fear and Freedom on the Trail
It is eight o’clock on an August evening, and it is too hot. The air hangs tired and damp from my skin. Sweat trickles and stings my eye despite the…
It is eight o’clock on an August evening, and it is too hot. The air hangs tired and damp from my skin. Sweat trickles and stings my eye despite the…