Eventually I reached the crest of the hill, and
that is where I saw him first.
Stem concentration which causes the skater the frown
he shifts his weight, Allowing for the board to roata is mid-Air
his body is silhouetted against the soft pink sky
a heat covers the city in a steamy blanket, Turning the hills to a pastel mauve
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