Ski Freedom
Snowy week ahead and I shall ski,
Kissing clouds, where lifts deposit me to vaulted heights.
Ice-capped peaks, snow drifts, and speckled trees,
I consume nature's eye candy, in heart-stopping bites.
Now zooming downward, my edges carve along,
Giddy that they shriek, a downhill skier's theme song!
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