One rainy morning, a boy with paint on his knuckles asked Kinpatu why they gathered keys. Kinpatu handed him a rusted key and said, “This opens the part of you that believes you can still start.” The boy held it like a promise and later painted over a boarded-up wall with bright suns.
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