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Nate looked at Tara and said, quietly, that he liked the way the trip had made time feel more like a room they could sit in rather than a hallway to rush through. Tara, tucking a stray hair behind her ear, said she agreed. They boarded the train with the world spread before them—smaller, perhaps, but more textured—and the knowledge that newness is often just noticing things again.