“Then our sleds had wings;

We were more than dancers

Held by the wind’s music

And the spell of the world’s whiteness.

We rode on trails of light

From clouded pinnacles. We soared like birds

Back to familiar valleys;

And only in that final resting

Did we touch the ground.”

Excerpt from The Sliders, William Mundell, Hill Journey

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Image: North Face Vista; A view from the north face of Mount Snow towards Somerset Reservoir and Stratton Mountain, Vermont. Oil on paper.

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