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Later that evening, curled on the couch and thumbing through the images, Portia stopped cold. There he was, casual and unguarded, as if he’d wandered out of a newsreel and into their lives. The internet’s reaction turned their private astonishment into a public marvel, but what stayed with her wasn’t the virality. It was the reminder that history isn’t always distant; sometimes it brushes past you under the blossoms and keeps walking.
