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Nono Noto goes skiing

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 seemed much different up here.
The wind, nonexistent at the bottom, began to gust. Its cold bite found my
nose. Its quick and sudden swirling movement kicked loose snow into my
face, forcing me to zip my jacket over my chin. It's strange how the gray
clouds, which seemed so far above me at the bottom, really didn't appear
that high anymore. If I had a tall eno...

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