Fear and Moguls in La Clusaz
“As the boy and I drift quietly up the Massif de Beauregard in our swinging gondola, all I can focus on is my pounding heart.” Alwynne faces her fear of the skis on a trip to La Clusaz.
“As the boy and I drift quietly up the Massif de Beauregard in our swinging gondola, all I can focus on is my pounding heart.” Alwynne faces her fear of the skis on a trip to La Clusaz.
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