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Night Skiing

By Amy Giinther, 11 / March 14, 1983

Bellevue, Washington

Skiing makes me feel like a bird in flight, Winging and singing all through the night. On the slopes there seems to be endless room. I ride up the ski lift, then down I zoom! Ever so slowly I come to a stop. Then over I topple - kerplop! If flying birds can soar in the sky, Skiing means that I too can fly!

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