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Slide, turn, slide. I smile as weβre snowboarding, knowing that Bob and the kids are hanging back to watch me, knowing that Bob is probably smiling, too. Iβm at the top of Rabbit Lane instead of the summit, and Iβm on a handicapped snowboard instead of skis, but nothing about this experience feels less than 100 percent, less than perfect. Iβm on the mountain with my family. Iβm here. Slide, turn, slide, Smile...
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