Ameth Diagne was asleep when the first waves lapped at his back door, the lukewarm, salty water seeping into his bedroom an impassive portent of the final days of his 650-year-old fishing community. He had kept his two wives and many of his 16 children with him long after the neighbours had fled,...
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