Marianne Kleve

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Incredibly she had brought her newborn to me. I held my breath as her trunk reached into the Land Rover and touched me on the chest; the sandpapery hide somehow as sensitive as silk, then it swivelled back, dropped and touched the little one, a pachyderm introduction. I sat still, stunned by the privilege she was bestowing on me.
The Elephant Whisperer: My Life with the Herd in the African Wild
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