NARA and the Quiet Work of Rebuilding a Country

There is a particular moment after every great storm when the noise subsides, the winds retreat, and what remains is not drama, but exposure. Rooflines torn open. Roads fractured. Systems—once assumed solid—revealed as thin, brittle, provisional. It is in that moment, not during the tempest itself, that a country discovers what it is really made of.

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