it was just me and my new skis this week. we're in a relationship. there was fresh powder all day thursday, and it was magical. and then i flew through the air (with the greatest of ease!), landed on my thumb, and ended ski season with an unappetizing crunch.

was i having too much fun again? the universe needed to cut me down a notch?

so now i'm learning how to button a shirt with one hand. and the month of may, once so anticipated, is up in the air. shit.

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