Sometimes, when you are perched at the top of a snowy mountain, you close your eyes and breath in the fresh air. Protected by your little capsule, covered in a hard shell with your tinted goggles and helmet. You lean forward and let the ground give way, allowing the curve of the sharp ski glide you across the slope. The tense muscles in your body instantly relax and the wind whistles past your ear, but you don't care about the speed, because no matter how fast you go, you can always stop. But you never want to.
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