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I
was
on
a
ski
weekend,
up
at
Stowe.
I
was
coming
in
late
one
day,
last
person
off
the
slope.
The
sun
had
just
gone
down.
And
the
sky
became
this
incredible
color.
I
usually
don't
notice
things
like
that,
and
I
found
myself
kind
of
walking
around
in
the
cold,
hoping
that
it
wouldn't
change,
wishing
that
I
had
somebody
there
to
share
it
with
me.
And
afterwards
I
tried
to
convince
myself
that
I'd
imagined
that
color,
that
I
hadn't
really
seen
it,
that
nothing
on
this
earth
could
be
that
beautiful.
Now
I
see
I
was
wrong.
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