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Sunday, December 26, 2010
Mangroves have feelings too.
The mangrove stretches its roots above the water and folds its gnarly legs to its trunk, like a child cradling his knees under his chin. The roots anchor reluctantly like the tips of curled fingers tapping below the surface of opal sea foam.
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