It was a tight shot, but i had to take it.
Who knew when i would have been back, if ever.
Climbing the line i ski has for me become definitive.
Observing each crack in the towering walls,
each Fir clinging on its edges.
Snow conditions slightly changing,
faint undulations in a seemingly bleached paper flat scene.
Then turning around after a thousand and counting steps,
to see the valley suddenly way down there,
my breath expanded beyond the sum.
my breath expanded beyond the sum.
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