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📖Reading Passagestrangler fig discovery
The morning Priya discovered the strangler fig, the rainforest smelled like wet copper and secrets. She had been hiking the Daintree with her class when she stepped off the marked trail to retrieve her water bottle from the undergrowth. That was when she saw it — a massive kauri pine strangled so completely by the fig's grey aerial roots that the two trees had become one tangled, impossible creature. "Miss Okafor, come look at this!" Priya called, her voice smaller than she intended. Their teacher pushed through the ferns and stood beside her. For a long moment, neither spoke. The fig's roots had formed a latticed cage around the older tree, climbing it over what Miss Okafor explained could have been two centuries. Somehow the kauri was still alive inside — Priya could see pale green leaves pressing through the gaps like prisoners reaching for light. "Is it cruel?" Priya asked. "The fig doing that?" Miss Okafor tilted her head. "It depends whose story you're reading. The fig sees an opportunity. The kauri provides the scaffold the fig needed to reach the canopy. Some ecologists argue the kauri survives longer because the fig's roots eventually replace its own as it decays." Priya frowned. She wasn't convinced. The kauri looked like something that had been interrupted mid-sentence. Later, sketching the trees in her field journal, she noticed the fig's roots had grown in the exact shape of cupped hands. Whether those hands were holding the kauri or squeezing it was a question, she realised, that the forest had been asking itself for two hundred years without arriving at an answer. She drew both possibilities and left the page split down the middle.

Read the passage below, then answer the question. The morning Priya discovered the strangler fig, the rainforest smelled like wet copper and secrets. She had been hiking the Daintree with her class when she stepped off the marked trail to retrieve her water bottle from the undergrowth. That was when she saw it — a massive kauri pine strangled so completely by the fig's grey aerial roots that the two trees had become one tangled, impossible creature. "Miss Okafor, come look at this!" Priya called, her voice smaller than she intended. Their teacher pushed through the ferns and stood beside her. For a long moment, neither spoke. The fig's roots had formed a latticed cage around the older tree, climbing it over what Miss Okafor explained could have been two centuries. Somehow the kauri was still alive inside — Priya could see pale green leaves pressing through the gaps like prisoners reaching for light. "Is it cruel?" Priya asked. "The fig doing that?" Miss Okafor tilted her head. "It depends whose story you're reading. The fig sees an opportunity. The kauri provides the scaffold the fig needed to reach the canopy. Some ecologists argue the kauri survives longer because the fig's roots eventually replace its own as it decays." Priya frowned. She wasn't convinced. The kauri looked like something that had been interrupted mid-sentence. Later, sketching the trees in her field journal, she noticed the fig's roots had grown in the exact shape of cupped hands. Whether those hands were holding the kauri or squeezing it was a question, she realised, that the forest had been asking itself for two hundred years without arriving at an answer. She drew both possibilities and left the page split down the middle. Which statement from the passage is an opinion rather than a fact?