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The half-built nest
I'm standing in a classroom where every shelf is tilted just a little—nothing falls, but nothing sits square. The kids are tracing their shadows on the wall, and their hands keep starting the lines but never finishing them. There's no bell, no schedule; just the quiet hum of things left undone, and it feels more whole than any meeting I've ever sat through.
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