Last night I slept in the mouth of the lion. In Senegal near the harbour, my last night on land. Delighted to be sleeping cradled in the jaws of one who walks their path on this earth with such grace and pride. Calling to all the animals of Senegal, may you show us the elegance of harmonious living.
Pride, the
collective noun for lions, I wonder what the collective noun for an all-female
south Atlantic sailing crew is? A listening? A power? An embrace?
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