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As the clip rolled on—only three minutes and twenty-two seconds—Mara felt the old woman’s motion stitch itself into a narrative that belonged to the city and to some interior geography she had forgotten she had. Passersby glanced at the wall and moved on; a child traced the fresh paint with a fingertip and laughed as if unearthing treasure. The old woman paused by a window and tapped twice. Inside, a young man slid open the glass. He nodded, and the exchange was smaller than a handshake but heavier than a treaty: a bundle of books for a bundle of seeds, a quiet economy of trust.