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Looking out toward the horizon all I see is blue sky
down the hill snow, unpacked fresh virgin snow,
a smile starts to grow on my face as I feel my skis start to slide waiting until my speed
grows to savor my first tentative turns
loving every effortless movement until my smile opens and I start to scream I scream
for the pure joy of this release I feel as I speed down the hill walking the delicate line
that divides safety from reckless abandon
down I go completely alone still screaming with my unrelenting smile
wishing that this feeling would never end, the face shots, the powder flying
the trees I pass seem as though they were one blurry object no detail, no direction
the feeling begins to subside, though too quickly, just as all good things seem to do
my unrelenting smile relents, my scream returns to my chest, back to its home,
the virgin snow has been groomed into fine corduroy, I see my friends and say
"Better believe it's gonna be a good day"
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