Douglas Lawson
It was well past twilight, and the waning silver of the moon dipped below the churning clouds, chasing away the vestiges of daylight. Douglas Lawson, a man of fifty-five with a heart brimming with unwavering curiosity and excitement, stared out of his plane window, marveling at the raw beauty of the unfolding panorama. The dense, sprawling African landscapes beneath him were an unexplored canvas.
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