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A Winter Feat
This cold, blustery, January day was to be the day in which a feat only dreamed of before, was to become a reality. As I walked up the hill, I felt my breath crystallizing from the cold, and watched as these flakes of moisture fell to the ground. At the top of the hill I was greeted by a scene of destruction, sleds had been smashed apart, and their riders were probably long buried in the snow. I steadied myself against a tree and set my sled down. I took one good look at this sled called Rosebud, knowing that this was the last time I would see it in one piece. I rocked it back and forth with my feet and could feel its runners glide through the snow. My heart was racing with the pictures that were speeding through my mind, but this did not deter me. I sat down, and the sled creaked as if in protest to my future actions, and I pushed. Trees whipped past at a frenzied speed, small animals caught in my path had no hope, and the sled began to come apart. My knuckles white and myself half blinded, I braced for the moment when the sled's will to hold together would come apart, and it would fail me. Farther and farther down the hill I sped, veering right, veering left, flying into the air with blinding speed and height. As I reached the bottom of the hill the sled shattered, a blistering wreck, it's wood red hot from the speed. I had accomplished my goal and here I sat, just me and the wreckage formerly known...as Rosebud.
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