The Two Polar Bears


I see a little bear full of fur filled with glimmering shiny furl like crystals her eyes as icy as the ice around you,she is a little version of her mother who has diamond like eyes and has ice like fur,they both gliding across the ice like a figure skater skating on ice,jumping in the air doing swirls like polar bears do.It almost seems like there flying away.As they spin around the stars,as they speed skate they look like two shooting stars as their fur is like the tail of them like a shooting stars and their eyes the star flying across the ice as night falls they go back to their home in the special polar bear land as they disappear the baby looks at me and then disappears with its mother.

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