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... ent something works—really works—someone decides it needs a name, a boundary, a signature at the bottom of a page. Growth invites claim the way light invites shadow.
I felt it before the city admitted it.
Not pressure.
Interest.
The folding chairs were gone when we returned to the clinic street the next morning. Not removed—replaced. Neater benches, bolted down. A small metal plaque gleamed on the side:
COMMUNITY WAITING AREA – PIL ...
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