When she logged the link now, she thought of the README’s last line: "Grow carefully." She closed her laptop and walked to the river, where the trees — a little crooked, a little patched — cast dappled light on the path. Perfect, she decided, was not a cell. It was the slow, reciprocal work of tending what breaks and knowing when to ask for help in return.
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