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Radhe sat beneath the glow, her silhouette a practice of calm. Janib read the messages aloud between sips of bitter coffee, and the small room filled with other people’s brave softness. They patched broken sentences, translated dialects, and sent back templated blessings: “May you be seen,” “May your hands find work,” “May this newness wear well.”

“Make it speak,” she whispered.

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