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October 23, 2017
By skigirl14 GOLD, Nashotah, Wisconsin
skigirl14 GOLD, Nashotah, Wisconsin
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I dash down slopes. The wind tickles my face, hair and hat, soaring past.
Multiple moguls next. Over four, five, the sun shines. I fly. 
Then, I tumble. Skis and poles vanish. People stare. I go down.


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This is written in a Korean poetic form called Sijo.


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