threebears
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Lost in a maze of trees, alone, forgotten
I stumbled upon a house, covered in the bowels of darkness,
A place familiar to a bird who is perched on a white oak.
Tiptoeing, branches swaying in wind
Once upon a time...there were three bears. Yeah, I bet you think you know where I'm headed with this story.
I can assure you, it's not what you think.
