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Word spread—gently, accidentally—about the house with the stubborn wallpaper. The bookstore owner, who still left books folded with notes in her mailbox, came over and stood staring at the meadow as if she had found a place she’d once left. A boy from down the lane who collected old glass bottles told Mara he liked the way the wallpaper made him feel less alone when his parents argued. People began to leave small things on the porch: a parcel of seed packets, a jar of honey, a warm scarf. They weren't paying rent or asking favors; they were, in their own ways, saving sunlight for one another.