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Lifting my head I look along the surface of the ocean. There, less than twenty meters, away a large triangular dorsal fin is bearing down straight at me. ‘Mother, it’s big!’ I think.
For all intent I could be somewhere off the Southern African Coast, suspended in the cold nutrient rich waters off the Cape, however this water is warm. As I float on the surface my eyes pick up thousands of tiny animals, spinning, whirling and wriggling about; zooplankton and in their own element, a very different and fascinating world! But I am not here to look at plankton. Instead, I am waiting for one of my dreams to appear from out of the gloom, at any second....
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