A Huddle of Memories: The Bear Who Roamed My Heart You know, there are some mornings when the world just feels a little extra special, like the air itself is buzzing with stories waiting to be told. I was sitting here, mug of coffee getting cold, watching the sunlight spill across my workbench, and a memory popped right into my head, clear as day. It was about my grandpa, a big, gruff man with the softest heart, who always used to tell me stories about the wild places he’d seen. He’d talk about the silent majesty of snowy landscapes, where everything was hushed and vast, and occasionally, if y...
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