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The movement’s real strength was ordinary rituals. On rainy mornings, men and women gathered to plant mangroves along the estuary, elbow-deep in brackish mud, laughing at leeches and swapping recipes. Later, they watched the saplings take root like small promises. When a flood season came fierce one year, the mangroves held more water back than anyone expected. Nets and boats survived where they might have been lost. Children who had planted the trees stood on higher dunes and pointed, proud as anyone who’d won a trophy.