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The frozen droplets spun once, then fell softly—not as rain, but as a million brand-new words, each one planting itself into the pavement like seeds. And somewhere, in the silence after the storm, a little girl learning to spell looked out her window and saw the word "courage" growing like a flower from a crack in the sidewalk.

Tonight, the numbers changed.

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