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In 2004, with the goal of not only seeing, but touching, a whale, I boarded Searcher out of San Diego. This narrative was composed mostly on board and two weeks later, at the end, in the Cabo airport. And yes, I did touch a whale.

Published: John Janovy, Jr on
ISBN: 9781301991761
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