I have a confession to make.
Only one of the ski ties that I have with me in Norway are mine. The rest are all dutifully signed by their rightful owners, yet somehow ended up on my skis, and although I feel a bit guilty for swiping these years ago, I am elated every time I see a familiar name tucked in my pocket after a great ski.
So thank you, victims of my ski ties crimes. You have snuck into my thoughts even though you are an ocean away. Thanks for skiing with me friends.
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