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Date Posted:10:12:30 12/06/02 Fri
*His silver pelt glitters in the setting sun's light as he paws the rock shelf he stands on in a distressed manner. He felt so alone with his mate, daughter and son gone until the third day of January . . .* This means, *he realizes sadly,* I'll have Christmas all by myself! *Blinking hard to hold back tears, he raises his stunningly handsome head to gaze into the sunset, to think . . . and to wait.*
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