On the longest beach in Bangladesh, I walked for more than 30 kilometers. Near Cox’s Bazar, I came across two fishermen mending their nets on an island during high tide. When the tide rises, this island disappears beneath the ocean’s waves. Like the ebb and flow of the tide, the lives of these fishermen are in constant motion—marked by change, struggle, and resilience.
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