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The wind rushing by my face The sun beating down against me In awe of all of the open space Now knowing what it is like to be free Skiing is like a doughnut Powder is like the icing It’s…
The wind rushing by my face The sun beating down against me In awe of all of the open space Now knowing what it is like to be free Skiing is like a doughnut Powder is like the icing It’s…