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19 g o i n g n o r t h The black bear of a Bible that belonged to my grandparents has gold-lined pages, paws dipped in honey. running through its forests is like déjà vu every time. The black bear eats everything. if you’ve never stared past its teeth, you’ve never held your breath waiting to be ended. The largest male black bear weighs almost a thousand pounds and can be found hunting at night somewhere deep in the north. i still have nightmares of his silence. i haven’t eaten fish since i saw him pick a salmon from its bones. ...

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