Elephants. There's no living thing as majestic. I could swear I hear them - not see them out in the physical world.
They captured an elephant out in South Africa in Kruger and transported him to Mozambique to help the population that was recovering after the civil war. When they released him, he must have been so lost - terrain unknown. During the wild fires he left the park - no fences around like Kruger.
They tried to bring the elephant back. They drugged him, but he didn't make it. He died on the truck.
Forty years old.
When they buried him with a gun salute, I lost it. A burial fit for a king. An honorable death.
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