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Most were blurry—ghosts of laughter and movement—but then she saw it.

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In this frame, the overhead hum of a buzzing streetlamp had caught the edge of her hair, turning the stray strands into a halo of gold. Her eyes, usually a quiet brown, looked like polished amber. She opened the AirBrush app, a habit born of a year spent mostly behind screens, and began to polish the edges of the memory. usually a quiet brown