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I have seen a whale only once. That was years ago in New Zealand. I had paid to see it, a sperm whale. I never saw its entire body, it was just the part that surfaced briefly before the dive. Despite feeling miserably seasick, I tried my best to capture the moment on my phone when our guide whispered that it was about to descend. I managed to record it: the tail lifting, arching gracefully, before disappearing into the vast ocean depths. When we finally returned to shore, I sat on the beach until the dizziness eased, and later sketched the whale’s tail in my journal. That remains