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The Perfect Turn

  • Seattle Prep Ignite
  • May 9, 2018
  • 1 min read

Turns—

Something only achieved in forever

The dusty white powder

Dances out from under my skis

The serenity of the mountain

Just me and the hill

As each turn burns my legs

My heart burns for more

Floating, like a seaplane,

On an ocean full of tiny white flakes

Over the blissful white powder

That lies ahead of me

An untouched meadow of deep joy

The powder is the sweet serenade

That nature has laid and my skis will play

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