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10.21.03, monday night
Today was terrible. I'd rather remember last night, when we biked to the deck where the Heraclitis had been briefly anchored before it set sail with a polyglot crew of coral reef researchers, kohl green eyes flanking its red-trimmed black prow. Because coral reefs are endangered, the researchers want to launch a satellite into outer space. How can a satellite save coral reefs? I had wondered.