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Call of the wild
The occasional chirrup of a distant insect, the gentle rustle of leaves under a nocturnal creature’s footfall. It was his first taste of Africa, and it was delightful. Sleep came slowly, filled with anticipation for the journey that lay ahead. Underneath the canopied night sky of Africa, he could hear the sporadic call of the wild, a melody foreign yet strangely comforting to his ears.
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