As I sit on the chairlift, watching the snowflakes hit my jacket, I examine them, they are nice and big so I can see the little details against my black sleave. I lead my class across the catwalk, walking, looking forward at the snow fluttering down, and the wide white plane in front of me, I know it's small, but none the same it's all I want to see.
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