The market sells each crab by weight. Do you want a 1, 2, or 3-pound crab? The children who catch the crabs walk out among the mangroves, carrying long sticks and prodding the dark roots. Angry crabs latch on. Somehow the kids get the front pincers wrapped in strips of tire rubber, fingers still intact.
365/radical elements 
A painting…
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