There is no escaping The Circle of Life
April 20th 2008 Minutes past 0100, the night hangs heavily over the wilds of East Africa; the bewitching hour begins. A full moon bathes the bush in a dramatic glow, giving it an eerie personality, for it is the dead of the night yet shadows are strewn across the monochrome landscape like lost souls. Save for the confused chirp of a diurnal bird, all is quiet; all is calm.
A female waterbuck relaxes in the s
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