Sunday, December 30th
Finally we are on the slopes! The terrain is icy but we don’t care. The jagged Dolomites loom around this playing ground in the valley, making us feel small and insignificant. To make up for it, I plant myself in the snow and wait for Peter to come flying down the mountain. He hits the jump, explodes into the air and for a brief moment darkens the sky.
We are larger than life.
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