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Each morning she climbed the rusting ladder with a kettle and a handful of seeds folded inside an old theatre program. The program promised impossible plays—actors who vanished mid-scene, audiences that remembered futures—and she liked to believe the seeds were for those plays: plotlines that could be coaxed into life, stubborn as shoots through concrete.

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