Like the first explorers navigating their ships through the open sea, I orient myself by the stars. We must take the constellations for granted, seeing them all our lives on those carefree summer nights, or on those crisp-clear-take-your-breath-away winter ones. I look up and am awed by the fathomless universe shining down upon me. I recognize not one single star nor constellation. Things are different here, south of the equator. Likewise, the water drains in the opposite direction.
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