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Diekrolo returned once or twice to view the changes. He walked slowly, hands clasped behind his back, listening to how the building now spoke. He accepted the inevitable improvisations—the lunch counter became a barter board where someone left homemade kimchi in exchange for help debugging a CSS bug. He acknowledged the compromises: a glass partition added for privacy, which tempered the atrium’s openness but made space for wounded nerves to recover. He learned that a design’s success could be measured less by fidelity to initial lines and more by how gracefully it accepted being remade.