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The Chair Lift

I slide in the chair as it begins to rise. Legs hanging with heavy feet, Bang them together, watch falling snow. Brisk wind hits my face turning red. The metal cold and wood wet, Holding my poles dangling skis, Nose gets numb during the ascent. The view surreal I feel so blessed, See them push off at the top. Just in time I jump off Then glide through dusty snow. By: Greg Stanley Submitted into Brian Strand's "Upto Sixteen lines" Contest

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Date: 12/21/2011 4:40:00 PM
Congrats on your win in Brian's contest Greg. Love, Carol
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Date: 12/15/2011 10:03:00 PM
Hey this is kinda cool. Just to write about being in the chair lift. I never skied, so I don't recall that I ever did it. I think this one deserves a fave!
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Date: 12/15/2011 9:23:00 AM
You make it sound like so much fun Greg :) enjoyed this write of yours!! Wilma
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Date: 12/14/2011 7:05:00 PM
I became interested in skiing when I was in high school, but I lost that interest when I saw how much all that equipment could cost. You describe everything quite well here.
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Date: 12/14/2011 6:55:00 PM
seems like a lot of fun... cold dreadful but, ready for that snow rise in my face.. Enjoyed...p.d
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