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This painting just sold, and ships to a couple in Hillary, Ohio. They also enjoyed the story I wrote about it, they said.

The bear climbed and climbed until he reached the top of the mountain.  A gentle cool wind refreshed him, blowing constantly at his back. The evening sky got larger and larger as he was drawn to the soft flashes of light against the moon now seeming bigger than life. The flashes were indeed fireflies, flying free seeming random yet, lighting his way, all the while. Arriving at the top of the mountian a firefly glowed in his path, greeting him, reflecting lime green against his evening muzzle. The two stood together mesmerized for a moment in wonder.