The Paradox
April 23, 2013
Blanketing the mountain in a shimmering white powder
Melting as the edges of the skis caressed it
Freezing yet again when the artificial material loosened its grip
Allowing humans to enjoy themselves just to be rewarded with chemicals.
We treat the snow like we do our belongings
When it has served its purpose
It is destined to be contaminated.
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