Ah, you ask about the salt? Listen, it is the sweat of the earth, washed down from all the mountains and fields over countless years. My life says the level is never fixed at 35—in the backwaters after the monsoon, it is less, and in the dry heat, the lagoon near my home turns almost bitter with salt. I know this because my nets feel heavier in the sweet water and my eyes sting more when diving in the brine.
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