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Mara kept a folder on her local drive that she never opened in public: a single short clip of a child racing down a dirt road toward a parent, the camera wobbling with too much love. She had no right to own it beyond custodianship, but she guarded it like a relic. Sometimes she played it in the dark and felt, for a few breaths, that she was part of a long line of people who refused to let certain kinds of light go out.