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As I looked out the window in the dead of winter, I paused for a moment and thought about the joy in all of this, with winter chores staring me in the face. Then I remembered the joy of watching a skier slide down the Mountain from out our back window.
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By Michael R. HathawayAs I looked out the window in the dead of winter, I paused for a moment and thought about the joy in all of this, with winter chores staring me in the face. Then I remembered the joy of watching a skier slide down the Mountain from out our back window.
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