After a few days back on skis my confidence increased and I was enjoying myself so much on the wide blue runs that I even managed to hold my tongue as my husband said ridiculous things like “I really don’t know how to ski slowly” unironically. Just as I decided to go a teensy bit faster I inevitable wiped out (very small, in slow motion, my husband said…
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