Ode to My Skis

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My skis are my friends.

Remember that time we were stuck on that cliff?

Remember the skier cross and getting fifth?

Remember when I broke your edge on a rock?

Remember the times we had to walk?

Remember David getting a concussion?

Remember that little tree we demolished?

Remember all those runs that we straight lined,

which used to take balls and cajones combined?

Remember hucking that mogul field to impress Heather?

Remember when we went to Whistler with Heather?

Remember that tremendous pow in Europe?

Remember how those days of skiing was like being on dope?

Remember when I broke you edge again?

Remember when I broke your edge AGAIN?

Remember that time you cut me?

Remember learning how to teach how to ski?

Remember doing all those snowplows when there was pow to be had?

Remember at the end of the seasons how we were so sad?

Remember learning to ski backward?

Remember the first time we went skiing with Heather in the blizzard?

Remember dousing all those snowboarders with snow?

Remember how fast we could go?

Remember how you made me feel so sure?

Remember skiing on fake snow at Whistler?

Remember how you made me feel so sure?

Remember skiing on fake snow at Whistler?

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