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Text by Lucy Martin
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As I descended, I saw a mass of netting twisting around and down. The visibility was excellent, but all I could see was bright, disorientating violet, punctuated by the dark black mesh of nets—my only reference.
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As we flew away from Mahé, a beautiful granitic island in its own right, it took about an hour to fly 400km (250 miles) southwest over blue seas before we began to descend on a small coral atoll, just a speck of palm trees and sand that steadily g
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