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ARGENTINA | Mon, 13 Mar 2017 | By loloberlin | Views [954]
Querid@s amig@s que siguen esta columna de Slow food, quizás se estén preguntando qué tiene que ver el día internacional de la mujer con una columna de Slow food…
Dejenme decirles que mucho, ya que para empezar el ... Read more >
Tags: derechos humanos, igualdad de género, madre naturaleza, mujer, naturaleza, pachamama, slow food, sustentabilidad
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![So were running, sprinting, down this street back to our hostal one night after dark and I took a step into what I thought was a dry area because it reflected no light like the puddles. It, however, was not a puddle but a section of the road that had slid away. Before I knew it I was hanging but both hands to the ledge and slowlly sliding into the raging river. Holly, giggling, didn´t realize the gravity of the situation until it was almost too late. Thankfully, she saved me in the knick of time: by spencerhoneyman, Views[318]](https://s3.amazonaws.com/aphs.worldnomads.com/spencerhoneyman/15976/IMG_4191_medium.jpg "So were running, sprinting, down this street back to our hostal one night after dark and I took a step into what I thought was a dry area because it reflected no light like the puddles. It, however, was not a puddle but a section of the road that had slid away. Before I knew it I was hanging but both hands to the ledge and slowlly sliding into the raging river. Holly, giggling, didn´t realize the gravity of the situation until it was almost too late. Thankfully, she saved me in the knick of time: by spencerhoneyman, Views[318]")
So were running, sprinting, down this street back to our hostal one night after dark and I took a step into what I thought was a dry area because it reflected no light like the puddles. It, however, was not a puddle but a section of the road that had slid away. Before I knew it I was hanging but both hands to the ledge and slowlly sliding into the raging river. Holly, giggling, didn´t realize the gravity of the situation until it was almost too late. Thankfully, she saved me in the knick of time
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