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Handmade11 december 2011
The Bear
The Bear
Moving
slowly through the woods,
I feel the Bear
Walking
Along the ridge to my side.
I
do not look at Him.
He
does not look at me.
But
I feel His eyes
And
He sees me.
11 december 2011
The Bear
Moving
slowly through the woods,
I feel the Bear
Walking
Along the ridge to my side.
I
do not look at Him.
He
does not look at me.
But
I feel His eyes
And
He sees me.