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An Excerpt from my book:
Our honey-colored morning is airbrushed with dust as we scuff our way toward a mid-day meal. The road we’re following, just two ruts in the sand, has a center grown up in grass. It’s as tall as the undercarriage of a passing vehicle, but a lot shorter than the undercarriage of passing elephants. Paved roads don’t exist in this part of the Okavango Delta; spring floods would only wash them away.
Off in the distance zebras nod as they plod past a line of trees. Yes, this is the right way; Yes, this is the right way.
They are nature’s bar codes, no two alike.
In his book, Origin of Species, Darwin speculated on whether a zebra was a white horse with black stripes or a black horse with white stripes. He compiled examples of the occasional striping on all horses, arguing that…
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