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Racing with invisible wings
Soaring soundlessly
Gliding upon glass

Our hair blowing in the wind
On and on with no end

Coasting without feeling
Shivering into numbness
Eyes filling with tears

Falling horizontally
Water racing behind us

We beat the current
Every time
It has the rhythm of a rhyme….
Ski boats are the closest thing to flying

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