Women shellfish gatherers leave marks of their work in the mangroves, scars drawn on roots and branches. These cuts, silent witnesses to the collection of oysters, become a living calendar. For these women, each scar is a memory of the time that has passed, a count of the high tides since the last time they were there. But it’s not just the mangroves that remain scarred. The shellfish gatherers’ arms, also scarred, tell the story of this deep bond with the cycle of life, where the tide, the mangrove and the body become part of the same narrative.