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In the end, the film feels less like a finished statement and more like a hymn to the particular. Its power is cumulative: its moments do not clamor for attention but gather into a sustained effect. After watching, one is left with a small archive of images and sensations — the way late light pools on a pier, a laugh that arrives at the edge of sorrow, a hand lingering on a rusted railing. These remnants persist, not as proof of anything dramatic, but as evidence that attention itself is a form of preservation.