part of a long, vivid, brightly-coloured dream - the only part i remember is that at one point i was play-fighting with a polar bear, the same way i'd be playing with a dog... petting it, scratching behind it's ears, rubbing it's belly while it rolled around on the ground at my feet... the whole time, thinking to myself: "this is a POLAR BEAR..."
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Seated I watch polar bear cubs one at a time cautiously walk down a grassy hill then play and romp together.This, I realize, is a park where I have actually spent many golden hours. The mother bear watches from a short distance and then approaches. She is not white, but mottled a little blonde and little beige, huge claws and a soft gurgle in her throat - almost like a purr. We look at one another and she lays down with her heavy head on my lap. I scratch and rub under her chin, around her ears. She continues to "purr" all the time watching the cubs out of the corner of her eye.
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