da 5flrf | Ott 29, 2019 | Arte moderna
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da 5flrf | Ott 18, 2019 | Lifestyle
We bumped along a rutted dirt road in a rented SUV, parking a quarter mile from the trailhead leading to the summit of Mount Democrat. The four of us hoisted backpacks stuffed with water, food, dry socks, and extra clothes onto our backs. The thin, 38-degree air... 
da 5flrf | Ott 18, 2019 | Travel
When I saw the old man waiting by the pond with his camera my heart fractured a little along the fault lines, already weak, still vulnerable. He was counting on the cormorants, their wings spread wide, and waiting for the mating beavers, swooping under the surface,... 
da 5flrf | Ott 18, 2019 | Inspiration
I feel as though a lot of people who read my articles are under the impression that I am suggesting eventually someone is going to come into their life and every puzzle piece will simply pop into place. Doves will fly out from behind you, a chorus will follow you... da 5flrf | Ott 18, 2019 | Inspiration
I know how it feels when you’re on the ropes, when life has gone sideways, and it’s hard to stay on track. Perhaps it seems there is no track. When you’re in new, ominous territory. Meanwhile, your days are still a flurry of hither and thither. You get to the end of...