Balthazar the bear held the sheepish Gracie close to him and said, “When you wake in the morning, I will be gone.”
“Where will the morning take you?” Gracie asked.
“Into the unknown.” His voice, deep and hollow, echoed off the sky. “I have adventure running through my veins.”
Balthazar breathed the night air into his lungs and confessed, “My heart is a hunter.”
Gracie’s eyes smiled as she whispered, “You are filled to the brim with wild tenderness. Follow your heart and I will be here for you, always.”
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