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I gave myself over to the bear, as it gave birth to a thousand pages.
The bears nearby midwifed, helping her bring forth the dream. 

I wondered where the papers flew away too. They flapped their pages together,
like strange written birds. I wished them well on their journey,
and imagined the landscapes they would paint with their languages.

The bear grew weary and she was left to sleep.  She was complete in her creation.  

Dreams are frail when born, courage sparks the fire that
illuminates their promise.

About Trish Noble

Trish Noble. Dreamer. Writer. Artist. Thinker. Ponderer. Observer. Spouter of Opinions.


  1. Love it Trish. Keep on writing, keep on beading, whichever, whenever you are called to do so. Love and hugs, Ann

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