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2013 brought the archive project. Each student was assigned a single day's worth of summer rain to catalog: the tempo of drops, the way water rearranged chalk drawings, the notes it changed from puddles when struck with a pebble. They taped recordings to old library cards and stapled them into spiral notebooks. The headmistress, a woman who’d once been a mapmaker, told them that knowledge was a public instrument if you learned to open it, and that the archive should be free—free to touch, free to remix, free to fail.