Living the New Among the Familiar
January 3rd 2009 The sightings could not be predicted; now and then you would hear the familiar noise that the Atlantic bottlenose dolphins make to clear water from the breathing hole and then soon after, one or several of them would try to corner their quarry against the river banks making quite a racket with their tails and fins.
On this cold and windy morning, Elizabeth and I had biked to the isolated western-
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