The Chairlift

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Sitting on the chairlift, looking down at the magical white snow around me.

The skiers are swimming through the snow like it's water.

They go down the hill back and forth, back and forth sending sprays of glistening white powder up into the air.

The powder then falls gently to the ground, awaiting the next skier to send it flying.

I look ahead and see that I have got to get off the ride, now it is my turn to be one of the swimming skiers.





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