The bear touches my chest, combs his claws through my hair, breathes into me. “You are always resting your head in the mouth of something larger,” he says. “This is the way with you.”
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The bear touches my chest, combs his claws through my hair, breathes into me. “You are always resting your head in the mouth of something larger,” he says. “This is the way with you.”
OOO