crampons and ski poles across the universe
Hélène and I walked all the way up to the autoroute 50. It isn't paved yet. Coming back down, we walked along ice and it felt, sounded and looked as if we were walking across and crushing glass.
As Annie Lennox would sing "Walking on , walking on , broken gla-a-asss!"
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