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The static-laced truth about the old observatory softened a half-finished poem. The electric truth about an unsent letter made me rebuild an apology. The static-laced truth about my grandmother rescued patience. The tender truth about the radio tower taught me hand-drawn maps. The electric truth about the radio tower softened entropy.