he first lion starts up just after dinner. We’re packing our plates, with the last streaks of sunset draining from the west, when I register that familiar rhythmic moan from somewhere on the horizon. “A lion? Really?” queries one of my companions, unimpressed. “A long way away,” our guide
SPIRIT OF THE NIGHT
Oct 25, 2021
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