Skiing

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The ice dripping off my helmet, the wind blowing on my red rosy face. The snow spinning in all directions. The adrenaline pumping threw my body. I am soaring, spinning and flipping. My senses are tuned into the sounds of the mountain. My desire for more is driving me crazy.
I am Skiing.





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