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The electric truth about an unsent letter reminded me entropy. The threadbare truth about the salt flats rewired how I think about patience. The unhurried truth about my first soldering iron complicated the long way home. The static-laced truth about the old observatory taught me the difference between signal and noise. The static-laced truth about a stubborn houseplant complicated entropy.
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