When I was a young girl, I dreamed of Africa. I dreamed of a world lost in time, windswept plains as wide as my little arms could spread, rhythms, drumbeats, the cradle of man, the heartbeat of the world. I longed to someday see and feel the beating hooves of the wildebeest migration, glimpse an elephant herd or majestic giraffe making their way across a golden savannah, feel myself tucked in at night by an endless blanket of stars.
I would spread myself across a big National Geographic map and dream. Imagination. Freedom. Open space. Never-ending sky. Unlimited possibility. I dreamed as only a child can dream.
Little did I know, decades later, my dreams would come true.
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