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Apr 2016
"Mom! What was that sound?"
"Mom! I hear it. It's coming!"
Worrying.
Afraid.
Out. Of. Control.
Camping.
The worrying about bears.
"I HEAR IT!"
The long nights.
Camping.
All full of terror.
From a bear.
An animal.
None of us have ever come
In contact with.
Has scared us.
Has never hurt us.
And has no intention to.
But, there is a bear.
One that does intend to
Hurt us.
One that thrives on fear.
And there's only one place
That bear lives.
Inside
Ourselves.
Camping?
Jane Harper
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