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Besides the hum of the ski lift the air going up was quiet, or so I thought. Then I heard your voice in careless happiness break the ash-day spell. I watched your skis swinging ‘neath the chair and presto you were a girl sitting on a summer dock grazing the surface of snow’s more dominant form. That much, like grace, would have been sufficient but bon vivants from Tuesday had thrown mardi gras beads in the spruce leaving the trees carnival-flocked, and your laughter the star on top. From one chair back I was like a boy at Christmas who’d gotten everything he’d asked for, so I stayed still, listening to the warm.