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I touched a whale You should know that right after Sally got her second touch (two pages ago), that whale came up to the bow of the boat and greeted me. I put my camera in my right hand and leaned down with my left and rubbed her upper jaw. She felt me touch her. She reacted to me, I swear it. She pushed up into my hand; she held herself up against it. Her skin was smooth (where there weren't barnacles) it was soft but tough. It felt like wet rubber, except rubber doesn't usually make my hand tingle and my mind swim. I'll never forget that feeling. But my guess is that you had to be there. Sorry. But I wrote this in my tent later that afternoon. Maybe it will help.
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