A river runs through it
Aug 14, 2020
2 minutes
THE CRISP EARLY WINTER SUNRISE finds us already halfway across the mountain, pressing steadily upwards. On the windswept terrain, nothing stirs, and three women enjoy the freedom of open space – and the attendant isolation – for the first time in months.
When we took the job, the fact that we were to
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