
As I neared the summit of Glacier Trailhead, somewhat out of breath, I saw the remains of a tree, a fitting symbol of my old age. But I made it and next time will be easier. Right?
Life perspectives from a wandering mind
As I neared the summit of Glacier Trailhead, somewhat out of breath, I saw the remains of a tree, a fitting symbol of my old age. But I made it and next time will be easier. Right?
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