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The next weekend, Mimi visited a brick-and-mortar repertory cinema downtown. A small poster for a midnight screening of a 1970s experimental film caught her eye. Inside, she sat under a dim amber light, the celluloid flickering, the audience small and honest. The film was rough and beautiful; it had no subtitles, and nobody minded. Afterwards, she struck up a conversation with a woman named Rosa who collected rare prints. Rosa’s face lit up when Mimi mentioned films she loved. “There are ways of finding things,” Rosa said, “but there’s also community—people who trade copies face-to-face, archives that loan prints, collectors who cherish provenance.”