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On the day a storm blacked out half the city, Laurita and a motley group of followers gathered in a square, each carrying paper cranes and candles. Someone brought a small portable speaker and played a field recording Laurita had shared of the ocean, layered with her grandmother’s hushed instruction, “Patience, always patience.” They taped cranes to lampposts and stringed them across the square. The wind fought them, and for a time the paper skittered like a scattered flock, but people laughed and retied the strings, hands forming temporary communities. A passerby stopped and wept, and no one felt the need to explain why; grief and solace needed no caption.