Crash
Sliding down the ski slopes, wind brushes past my cheeks. the aroma of the snowy air, filters through my nostrils. I slightly tilt my head to my skies. I begin to wobble...
The skies start turning left to right. I silently begin to panic. My body slowly starts to quiver.
Instantly my nose plunges into a white sheet of snow. My head creeps up. I see a solid plank of snow. My legs struggle to get up. But here I go agian
Made me feel like I was in a bike crash, That's how much i like it Dude!!
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