I get off the lift. Strap on my board. The bitter cold wind cuts across my face. For a moment I'm scared. People die here every year. Doing this. I can do this. I have to.
posted by Bengali Guy at 4:27 PM
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
I get off the lift. Strap on my board. The bitter cold wind cuts across my face. For a moment I'm scared. People die here every year. Doing this. I can do this. I have to.
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Where were these taken?
J.A.P.
Dont know. I downloaded these off the web a while ago.
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