My Story

I looked at the snow -drenched mountain around me, and all the slopes looked like clean, white pages, and a thousand words seemed to shine and glitter in the snow. So I took off my skis and trudged to the mountain cafe, where I ordered a gluhwein and picked up a pen.


I’ve never looked back.

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