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From Mammoth to Mini: A Ski Tale
I opened my eyes grudgingly… my bed was warm, contrasting with the air I breathed in: invigorating, crisp, and cold. But I had to get out of my cocoon. It was a school day, and I was a teacher.
As I fumbled to put on my thick wool slippers and bulky robe, I noticed a strange silence. A heavy, muted kind of quiet. Was something wrong? I parted the curtains and glanced out — a winter wonderland had quietly crept in overnight! The trees, the meadow, the fences were all adorned
Darcie Khanukayev
2 days ago2 min read
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