I used to have a little diary, but I only wrote on it when I was gloomy. Now I will record every encounter of mine here.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Bear and crow
I am tired but I can't sleep. I looked up my collection of pictures and found this.
A bear is sad in the wilderness. Her best friend, a crow, sits by her. The crow always looks at the bear with affection. Sometimes the bear is so sad that she forgets what that affectionate look means to her.
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