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Skiing
Whenever I go skiing in Korea, I remember the incident, My cousin skiing down from the steep mountain like a cute penguin. I remember a guy crashing into my cousin, My cousin flying, soaring through the air like a bird. I remember him landing in the soft pillows of white snow, With his ski board and his pole sticking out of the snow. I remember the guy apologizing to my cousin, But my cousin wasn’t hurt.
