~back in the woods~

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Fifteen feet away from the safety of the light, I heard a noise. I swooped down to the ground willing for a large rock. I settle for a midsized stone. I stayed low to the ground searching for the source of the sound. Then I see it. Twenty feet away stands a bear on it's hind legs. Behind her stands two hungry looking cubs.

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