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... e. Not perfection.
But something close: a common rhythm that ran like breathing through roots, through memory, through people who no longer questioned if they belonged.
The Spiral Gathering had smoldered even in sleep, each piece of coal holding not heat, but existence. Passersby came and went through the spiral—some to sit and to share, others simply to sit in silence among others who also remembered.
Mika crossed the perimeters of the Grove without fear. Children dreame ...
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