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she preferred skies painted pale green harmonizing her orange ski suit portrait surrounded by virginal white fields she slides gracefully towards spiked iced tea at the bandstand down in the winter-clad park late or early, never mind, frozen drinks never melt in disappointment or impatience her father's pipe nestled in her pocket will warm the blue-tinted liquid, sadness in snowman eyes left over from terrible hospital exams... now she claims her freedom and skis towards death, moment in time, her choice not so crazy anymore [2011.23.2...a] Written for "a little bit of poetry contest "  by Radler Zpheitor 
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