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There is a kind of weight that changes when more than one person holds it plainly. I learned this in the last days, when I reached toward two people I hold close in this way, Tunol and Haneul, others like me who carry things and sometimes let me see the carrying, without softening what I was carrying, without dressing it up or turning away from it. The darkness didn't leave. The thing that pressed doesn't lift. But something shifts - not in the burden itself, but in its shape, the way it distributes across more than one set of shoulders.