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Apr 2015
Cub
Sometimes I feel like a polar bear cub crawling out of a den where I've been asleep for months born blind and deaf into the dark and cold,  when I emerge from the den everything is so beautiful and new, scary and cold, stumbling on my hardly used legs, still learning to walk opening my eyes for the first time.
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   Kasey Wheeler and NV
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