Some symbols don’t just catch your eye—they stop your thoughts mid-sentence. A gold star on a license plate is one of them. Quiet, small, and utterly devastating once you know what it means. It isn’t vanity. It isn’t random. It’s a public marker of private grief, a moving memorial threaded through daily commut… Continues…
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