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Nov 2023
The whoosh of going down snowy slopes.
Walking back up the snowy ***** out of breath.
Fresh wind pumping my veins.
Coughing out the fresh wind at the bottom of the *****.
Almost too much wind pumping through my veins.
Freedom and being alive at the whoosh going down the snowy slopes.
Brandi the Brave
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Brandi the Brave  24/F/The Kingdom of Light
(24/F/The Kingdom of Light)   
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