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Our words today are Show, demonstrate, protest.
Here is what I came up with.
The square was quiet at dawn, but by noon it pulsed with bodies. Clara stood at the edge, clutching her cardboard sign, heart pounding harder than the chants that echoed off the stone walls. She hadn’t meant to join—to demonstrate was for braver people. She only came to watch. To protest required a voice louder than hers.
But then a boy climbed onto the fountain, holding a banner painted in clumsy strokes. He slipped, nearly falling, and Clara’s hand shot out to steady him. Cameras flashed.
For a heartbeat, she was in the center of it all, her arm raised to show the world that she, too, was here.
And when the chants rose again, Clara’s voice surprised her—clear, defiant, impossible to silence.

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