Monday, February 1, 2010


friday, jan 29: i fly down the hill, my spirit soaring, my skis slicing through the snow. the trees are covered in white, as far as the eye can see. i laugh at miniature icicles that form on the very edges of the tree limbs, on the needles themselves. my quads burn, my lungs pump oxygen to my body. i am alive.

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