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He spoke of families met after tragedy, of letters he still rereads alone, of the strange loneliness that followed leaving the Oval Office. The veneer of invincibility fell away, replaced by a man reckoning with the ghosts of power and responsibility. No soaring rhetoric, no applause lines—just a confession of how leadership lingers in the mind and heart long after the motorcades are gone. Those watching didn’t see a performance. They saw a wound finally named.
