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← Back to bookshelfTHE CRYSTAL BEARS

A LITTLE STORY OF BELONGING

Welcome to Crystal Cove

Dawn over the cove. Aida sits very still on the sand beside her crystal singing bowl, one paw on its rim, a soft pink glow rising from her pendant. Gentle waves, first light on the water.
PAGE 1 OF 14Somebody’s coming…

Every morning in Crystal Cove begins the same way. The sea goes hush, hush on the golden sand. The tall crystal in the Clearing hums one soft note. And Aida, the oldest bear of all, runs her paw around the rim of her singing bowl.

Mmmmmm, sang the bowl.

Her Rose Quartz glowed the softest pink.

"Somebody's coming," she whispered.

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