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I used to think I would be an excellent skier if I had good skis and, of course, matching attire in very cool colours.

Something slightly more form-fitting than my black-and-orange Moto-Ski snowsuit that kept the cold from my skin while I stood on Pembina Highway waiting for the Winnipeg city bus to rescue me from the freezing temperatures and whisk me off to the University of Manitoba; my orange scarf wrapped round and round my head as though my mother had dressed me for play during a blizzard.

Being warm out-ranked being cool, as I am sure you can imagine.

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