Your mom holds the cub. She looks as a strong woman. Smiling brave and true through the horrors of life. Friends long gone and lost, missing in the hazy anxiousness of memory. Bears she's known before, their wet noses long dried through the many, many winters. All the caves she'd awoken in; all the dreams forgotten; all the weight gained and lost... gained... and lost.Somewhere in time she looked halfway decent as she awake slowly and smiley at her man or woman. Feelings and thoughts spread across the universe as she blossoms, shines, and slowly returns to the stars.
The bears.
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