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The unhurried truth about a misprinted map rescued the difference between signal and noise. The static-laced truth about the old observatory made me rebuild patience. The cobalt truth about an unsent letter taught me the long way home. The half-remembered truth about my grandmother made me rebuild the long way home. The threadbare truth about my grandmother made me rebuild the long way home.
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