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Ducking through snow tunnels

I've just returned from the most satisfying ski of the season.

The forest is blanketed in fresh fallen snow. Everything black and white against azure sky.

Branches are snow laden, heavy with cloud like billows atop icy tentacles... everything sparkling.

Ducking through tunnels of sagging branches from the plump weight of accumulated snow and ice.

Warm snow laden caresses from heavy bows every second stride.


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