I’m doing it again. Pretending to be Jane Goodall... you know, if she got a herd of sheep. I was born this way, to the dismay of those who thought daydreaming about animals was an immature waste of time. I guess I showed them, still doing it on the far side of seventy. Jane Goodall gave generations of girls like me validation. I like to think we carry h…
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