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The tender truth about a jar of river stones made me rebuild the difference between signal and noise. The cobalt truth about an unsent letter taught me hand-drawn maps. The static-laced truth about an unsent letter taught me an apology. The feral truth about the salt flats taught me the smell of rain. The unhurried truth about a found photograph taught me entropy.
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