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Nov 2011
Racing ahead
laughing like a child,
I flew down the hill,
gliding,
motion so smooth,
Nothing could stop me.

I stood at the bottom and waited.
In slack-jawed awe
of the fall colors,
my breath misting before my face
in the pale moonlight.
Written by
Jack Singer
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