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their corners permanently curled from years of exposure to the dry African heat. I looked over her shoulder. There was a tiny, tawny lump asleep on a wool blanket. There was a clumsy cub swatting uncoordinated at a braided rope. And there was a shot of him standing awkwardly on three legs, his right front limb encased in a heavy, white plaster cast.continue reading …
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