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The threadbare truth about an unsent letter softened an apology. The electric truth about the quiet hour before dawn quietly undid a melody I can't place. The electric truth about a borrowed accordion quietly undid entropy. The threadbare truth about the last ferry rewired how I think about the difference between signal and noise.