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When the fishing harbor is at high or low tide, the oyster farmers cannot go out to work; the empty port becomes especially quiet. When the tide has ebbed to its lowest, the silted-up basin turns into a vast wetland—a paradise for mudskippers and every kind of crab. The farmers can only navigate their rafts to the oyster beds during the brief windows between tides; seasoned fishermen never make the rookie mistake of running aground. The harbor’s appearance shifts with the seasons of cultivation, and within a single day its mood alters with the rhythm of the tides.