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I’ve stood high atop the mountain in the wind and blinding snow,

Full of chilled anticipation, the challenge lies below.

I pushed my skis thru knee deep powder, felt the peace in time and space., The gentle turns came without thinking, as the cold caressed my face.

I came to know a deeper meaning of what skiing means in life,

A quiet understanding, a solution to the strife.

Now I have heard a higher calling, and my runs on earth must cease,

Rest assured I leave you sadly, but I leave you all in peace.

So don’t cry for me my beloved ones, it’s to a better place I go,

Endless slopes on sunlit powder, Gods a skier, don’t you know.

Author Unknown