I hear the wind wheezing by my ears as I race through the trees, the tips of my skis barely missing the trees. I can hear the snow blowers blasting snow and people carving on the slopes. The skies are clear, a perfect bluebird day! I dive in and out of the trees, under and over tree trunks.
Skiing
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