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I could tell a story in which the folder had been carried to another continent and exhibited in a museum of marginalia, in which art historians cataloged every heat stain and fold and wrote papers about emergent mythologies in the digital age. I could tell a story in which the folder simply dissolved into the hands that used it and reappeared in a hundred different forms, each hosting a version of the original magic. I prefer instead a quieter account: that the folder kept being a folder. It collected things and released them. It stitched the lives of strangers together and then let them go.