Abraham Cardozo'a arm sweeps over the cut planks: mahogany, shihuahuaco and troptical cedar stacked in neat piels. In places, the wod reaches higher than our heas. A young woman checks the inventory; another half dozen are busy at their various stations. The open warehouse, baking in the tropical sun, is a hive of activity: screeching, swadust, sweat and the occasional shout.
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