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Essay Archive - Skiing - Creative Essay
Skiing - Creative Essay
I was the first person to ski off of the chairlift that day,
arriving at the summit of Bosquets Mountain, nestled in the heart of the
Berkshires. It was the type of day when the clouds seemed to blanket the
sky, leaving no clue that the sun, with its powerful light, even existed
anymore. It was not snowing, but judging by the damp, musty, stale scent
in the air, I realized it would be only a short time before the white
flakes overtook the mountain.
As I readied myself to make the first run, I took a moment to
appreciate my surroundings. Somehow things seeme....
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