EPILOGUE

Two shrines erected above the waters of the cave, directly kissed by the sunshine entering the darkness. Bearrianna laying down with three slices of apple pie next to her. They weren't quite smooth and appetizing to look at. Like a boring mess of an amateur's wall decoration, they looked like a baker's first try; crumbs surrounding her due to the unrefined technique, but none of that bothered her. Enough pieces for her and her two heavenly loves. The crisp apple pie scent mixed with the fresh apples many of the bears brought together as an offering. This is a housewarming gift for the two young ones for settling into paradise. With each breath taking in the heavenly scent of apples embracing her, this is Bearriana's heaven. Each breath reminding her of the fullness of her body. The cold of the cave contrasted with the warmth of God's light. Each exhale reminding her of all she had to let go off, but coming full circle with each inhale reminding her of the uncontained love in her heart asking to be set free.

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