The monent of near take off, the silence of air.
Riding the hood on your board, the rumble of the asphalt at your feet, nothing else matters, until you need to eat.
Skating around, doing what you do best, flying through the air, now that feels nice.
Sometimes I think back to the days where I used to skate. I was never good, but always had fun.
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