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she spins and becomes a whirlwind of snaps and growls.
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I have never felt as close to life, as I did witnessing the death of the goat.
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more than once we mistook the enormous outbursts of camel gas for lions roaring
in the night.
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four crocodiles swim straight into the crossing herd, each grab a wildebeest and
pull them under the surface.
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