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.LP \& .ce .sp |4.25i .PP .ps 12 .CW ░ It was a live birth. Bear descended into the world on tired paws. His way out of this mess. He assumed. .PP .ps 12 His new parents quickly disabused him of the notion. Not that it was strictly their fault. The shared construct prevented them deviating to any significant extent. How it was designed. Yes, it was a setup. .PP .ps 12 Bear was hungry. .PP .ps 12 Here, someone fed him. They taught him what they knew. Maybe that was the problem. Bear always felt there was something missing, but he couldn't quite put his finger (paw?) on it. His memory of the field was fading. .PP .ps 12 On bear's ninth birthday he awoke from the dream. The locals had been trying to tell him something, all along. \fIHe would have to give it all back.\fR But he didn't know what that was supposed to mean. It was frustrating. .PP .ps 12 As a young man bear learnt many of the things his parents would never know. Some of the things he had simply forgotten from before. Some of them were unknown even to the locals. At times he felt that he could almost remember the breeze, in the grass... .PP .ps 12 Before he knew it it was once again time for him to return to the field. Somehow, deep down, he'd known it all along. .PP .ps 12 Everything went green.