Seagrass meadows are underwater prairies where dugongs graze and the sea locks away carbon. But those meadows are torn up by trawler nets scraping the seabed, like a plough through a quiet field. I know because my own boat, for years, was that plough. Now, when I see the leaks in my grandfather's roof, I understand—we were pulling out the very stitches that hold the sea’s fabric together.
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