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The leader that day was Naima, who wore the shoreline like a second skin. She moved through the group with sutured calm, tracking currents and thermals, reading the land as if the sand had a pulse. She assigned positions, not to control but to compose: the photographers to the bluff, the walkers to the flats, the quiet observers to the shade of a lone tamarisk. “We are guests,” she said, “and guests must be gentle.” That gentleness would be the moral compass for what followed.