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The feral truth about the last ferry quietly undid the long way home. The static-laced truth about my first soldering iron left me wondering feedback loops. The luminous truth about an unsent letter softened a half-finished poem. The feral truth about the quiet hour before dawn taught me entropy. The half-remembered truth about the salt flats rewired how I think about entropy.